C58 Pain Is Not Willing to Live

In the gloomy dungeon, there was a damp smell. The torches on the walls crackled and the flickering red flames made the dungeon even more eerie and terrifying.

Lin Yirong, who was locked in the innermost dungeon, was currently lying on a bed of straw. Her hair was disheveled and scattered on her face and the yellowing mattress. Her face was pale and her eyes were slightly closed