In this space that isolated everyone, it was as if all madness was about to be unleashed.
Su Ruan only felt her figure fluctuating, unaware of the situation.
It seemed as though she had returned to her past life, being captured again and again, forced to endure all his anger and unease.
Like a lone boat on the sea, rising and falling, the uncontrollable feeling of being out of control left Su Ruan a bit dazed.
She desperately wanted to hold on to something, but in the end, she could only grasp Lu Shinian's arm, like the last desperate person clinging to a final lifeline, holding tight, even as her nails seemed to wear away, yet still unwilling to let go.
Red marks were left on Lu Shinian's cold white skin.
Everything outside seemed to no longer be related to them.
The spiritual power that unconsciously spread out was merging with extreme intensity without their knowledge.
Lu Shinian's eyes turned a blood red, with seemingly only one voice in his mind.
Love her.
