Settling Scores One by One

Qi Hun had anticipated Chi Yu's impending need by dusk and ascended to the second floor with ample supplies in hand.

Before entering, he had already braced himself for the sight of a wretched, broken Chi Yu, groveling before him in desperate supplication.

Yet, when the door swung open, what greeted him was a scene far more gruesome than he had imagined.

A glass of water lay shattered upon the floor, its shards scattered in jagged disarray. Chi Yu had used a fragment of porcelain to slit her own wrist. Her hand, limp and lifeless, dangled off the bedside, blood cascading down in thick rivulets, pooling upon the floor. She had already lost consciousness.

Qi Hun's expression darkened in an instant. He bellowed for a doctor while hastily tearing the bedsheet to staunch the bleeding.

She would rather forsake her own life than relinquish control.