Chapter 392: An Yuan's Sense of Intimacy

"Why accept fate... why..."

The boy trembled all over, his eyes filled with despair.

Dark clouds covered the sky, as if fate obscured his life, leaving no glimpse of sunlight, no glimpse of hope.

The mysterious woman in the building did not answer him, nor did she offer comfort; she had felt this same despair when she first saw those two words.

She did not blame that man, for he had warned her before he left, yet she could not withstand her family's advice and was drawn into conflict, causing her descendants to hide in the mountains, lamenting the injustice of their fate.

Just then, the boy suddenly felt a sharp pain in his palm, which startled him into flinging the crumpled paper he was holding.

He instinctively looked at his palm and saw many blood-red lines, quite ferocious looking; he sensed something, looked up, and focused his gaze on the blood-stained paper, then quickly crawled toward it.