C79 Every Second Counts

He drank a big mouthful of wine, thought he could anaesthetize some of the pain in his heart, but he didn't know it was even worse.

The burning knife made by the farmer really cut into his internal organs like a blade. The sharp pain was like a wounded beast roaring furiously, tearing his heart into pieces.

Heh, I don't want his child. Even if I have one, I still have to abort it. In her heart