Blood was still flowing, dripping into the puddles of blood in the cell, tick tock tick tock, clear as a spring.

"The Lord above really knows how to make life worse than death," Heather remarked as she watched Li Sinian in this state.

Li Sinian, who had been keeping his head down, suddenly made a move, slowly lifting his head.

Luo Xuan knew, he must have heard Heather’s voice.

As the two entered, Heather finally met his gaze.

The blood on many parts of his face had coagulated, except for a fresh wound on his forehead that kept bleeding, trickling into his eyes as soon as he lifted his head. Those blood-red eyes stared at the person who entered the cell, fixated, without a ripple of emotion.

Heather approached him, claiming she detested filth, yet she still raised her hand to wipe away the bloodstains by his eyes, "I heard Li Sinian was an exceedingly handsome man rarely seen in this world, but torture has disfigured you so much, I can hardly see your face. Is it you, Li Sinian?"

Her warm hand placed on his face.

Luo Xuan cared about what she said, speaking up: "Li Sinian, are you surprised? Seeing the person who came to see you, does it feel like a knife has been stabbed into your heart? Looking at the woman you once protected so fiercely... does it hurt?"

"Hmm... I know you miss her dearly, so I decided to be the good guy and brought her to you. If she personally sends you off, you should die content."

"That’s too high, lower it down a bit."

As Heather finished speaking, someone pressed a button, lowering the iron rack to the bottom, causing Li Sinian to kneel weakly in the bloody water.

Heather also knelt in front of him, embracing him for a full minute.

Luo Xuan watched the entire time, signaling everyone to be on alert.

But in the end, she did nothing, releasing him, and with her clean hands, she wiped the grime from his face, "Such a handsome man, why must you endure such torment... The Lord commanded me to take over, from today onwards, I’ll be attending to you. Are you happy? At least I’m pretty, right?"

On the first day, Luo Xuan monitored, attempting to find any hint of a clue on Heather’s face as she tortured Li Sinian, but he failed.

She was like someone truly facing a complete stranger, merciless, perhaps even more heartless than her predecessors.

Most of the time, Li Sinian endured, but sometimes, during mental collapses, he couldn’t control his nerves and would scream in agony, a sound so harrowing it sent chills down one’s spine just listening.

Luo Xuan stood behind Heather.

It was unfortunate for Li Sinian to have fallen in love with such a heartless woman.

When Li Sinian lost consciousness, Heather gestured for someone to find a doctor, to pull him back from the brink of death.

The first day’s interrogation ended without yielding anything besides physical torture.

As he was nearing death, she whispered in his ear, "You must survive, I’m not done playing with you yet... If you die, I’ll have to be buried along with you..."

In such a situation, Luo Xuan unexpectedly laughed, a laugh inexplicable.

The body of this woman must house a sadistic monster, seeing how she took pleasure in inflicting torture on others.

After coming out, Heather stood beside him and sighed, "It seems my days are numbered... I couldn’t get anything out of him."

She walked a few steps, then abruptly leaned against a nearby iron bar, clutching her chest, looking unwell, "But Mr. Luo Xuan... why... does my chest hurt so much..."