“This is all I know, you can ask your teacher if you want to know more,” Xi Yue finished, leaving Lu Yin pondering. A gale appeared at just the right time; the only distractions came in the form of her occasional pained cries.

It was easy for people to fall apart in such dark surroundings, especially in the face of such a strong suppression; even an elite student like Xi Yue found it hard to bear. She was almost broken by the 50-hour mark, her deep blue hair starting to turn into a sickly yellow. Her exquisite skin had now lost its luster just like her sunken eyes, and she was starting to hallucinate on occasion. Lu Yin watched it all with a frown; the woman would surely die if she went on like that, but he couldn’t help her.

She trembled subconsciously as the wind whistled, having grown to be fearful of such sounds. As she folded her arms in response to her body quivering, he let out a sigh and suddenly hugged her, moving his mouth close to her ear, “You’re such a washing board.”

“YOU SCUM!” Xi Yue’s gaze changed drastically in an instant, her face turning bright red...