Finally, the protagonist was utterly in despair.
The little poison creature must have added something to the poison because, even as the protagonist resigned to his fate and lay on the ground doing nothing, tears, snot, and saliva kept flowing uncontrollably.
At the beginning, the protagonist wore an expression of shame and anger, but gradually, he accepted it. His eyes were vacant, his face ashen, clearly harboring thoughts of death, likely even deciding where to bury himself.
Any other person seeing the protagonist in such a miserable state would probably have had a guilty conscience and stopped torturing him.
But Zhao Yi was different; he had no conscience at all.
Seeing the protagonist in such a pitiful state, Zhao Yi used all his strength to suppress the insane upward curve of his lips, barely stopping himself from laughing out loud.
