C702 He Couldn't Escape from the Word 'love

The next day.

The first ray of sunlight lit up the boat that was drifting down from the reeds.

The man's pale face regained a trace of red. He lowered his eyes and looked calmly at the sleeping woman.

His entire body was stained with his blood, bright red blood. . .

His pure white skin was exposed under the faint sunlight, and there were wild and wanton traces everywhere