The second death

"Stop…" 

"Stop, it hurts…"

It pained Wu Jiangfeng's heart to see her like this. He knew she must be suffering but he had thought she might stay unconscious during the process. This unlucky little girl was already so heavily injured that he assumed enduring a little more pain wouldn't matter much. 

Perhaps he had underestimated the agony this technique was. The prince felt like beating himself up. Even a grown-ass man like those muscular men who had undergone thousands of training cried out in pain. 

Wu Jiangfeng pursued his lips. Despite that, he couldn't just stop halfway. It would totally be useless if he just cut the process off. 

A fist pushed against his shoulder weakly and his heart clenched bitterly.