Chapter 997: 997 The Other Shore’s Sea of Flowers, Selway (21)
Mr. Luo Xuan stood by her side, taking in every expression on her face.
She paused for a mont, and suddenly two streams of tears flowed down her face.
Heather was surprised by her own reaction, raised her hand to touch the tears, and, looking at the liquid in her hand, asked him without looking at Mr. Luo Xuan, "Why... why am I crying?"
It didn’t seem like acting; it was a very real reaction.
Mr. Luo Xuan remained silent.
Could it be that she really had amnesia?
Her mind no longer held any mories of Li Sinian, but did her brain’s nerves still automatically respond to stimulation?
Mr. Luo Xuan shrugged his shoulders, jokingly said: "Perhaps your nervous endings are excited. This is your first interrogation after all, and with such high stakes, it’s no wonder you feel strange."
"I don’t know..."
Heather had tornted Li Sinian for three days straight, pulling him back from the brink of death each ti he was about to pass. Yet, it was fruitless; he still wouldn’t utter a single word.
"What does our lord say? Are they about to sentence
to death?"
"Not yet, you can try again."
A new day began, and looking at the man in the cell who was at death’s door, Heather’s face no longer bore the heartache she felt on the first day, as if she had beco accustod to his state.
"Mr. Luo Xuan, isn’t there so kind of potion that can cause confusion in one’s consciousness, or produce hallucinations? Or perhaps, sothing that makes people tell the truth?"
"There is, and of course, it has been used on him, but to no effect. However..." Mr. Luo Xuan looked at her and smiled, "You can try again."
"Perhaps it will work?"
"Different people react differently, who knows what will happen if you use it?"
With Mr. Luo Xuan’s help, they injected Li Sinian with another dose.
Mr. Luo Xuan cleared out everyone, including himself, leaving only Heather and Li Sinian together.
There was a chair in the cell, and Heather sat on it, waiting for the dicine to take effect.
After more than ten minutes, Li Sinian finally awoke and shouted sothing in her direction.
Heather narrowed her eyes, stood up, and walked towards him.
She squatted down and asked him, "What did you say?"
"Manman..." Blood flowed into his eyes, as if his eyes themselves were bleeding. He looked at the person in front of him, his mind in disarray.
"Manman..." Heather’s hand touched his face, whispered in his ear, "Am I Manman?"
Li Sinian’s cold lips pressed against her pale, clean neck, kissing it, and in a deep hoarse voice he murmured, "I miss you..."
Heather didn’t pull away; regardless of the filth and blood on his face, she cupped his cheeks and kissed him back.
He truly missed her, and even though his hands were bound, he kept kissing her aggressively, prying her teeth apart to touch the long-missed sensation. His urgency was expressed through this kiss.
It was entirely reliant on her to hold his body steady, their tongues entwined, mixing saliva and blood; the sll of blood also pervaded the air around them.
She ignored her own clean body, rubbing against him, even as new wounds on his body continued to bleed, causing her body to also get stained with blood.
Heather’s smooth palms road over his battered body, the already tattered clothes easily ripped away with a gentle tug from her. Occasionally, her palm would co across his wounds, and she deliberately pressed hard to cause him pain. He didn’t cry out or dodge, still desperately refusing to let her go.
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