Qin Ming's head throbbed with such excruciating pain that it felt like a blunt axe repeatedly hacking at his skull, darkening his vision as he teetered on the verge of losing consciousness.
He took deep breaths, but still couldn't control himself, stumbling, his emotions violently fluctuating as if a flame was burning within.
"Why are you doing this to me?" he whispered through the intense pain. He had many speculations before, but he never expected that it would be his parents' will for Cui Hong to treat him this way.
This feeling was like his soul being torn apart bit by bit, his body trembling lightly, even more agonizing than when the Feather Robed Youth struck his arm with a purple bamboo stick, fracturing his bones and skull.
Qin Ming staggered back; fragmented memories surfaced in his mind. No wonder after his third rebirth, with his fingers dipped in thick tea, he wrote a single character on the table: Abandon.
