Rage

The doors and windows in the room were closed, and there was a darkness that even sunlight couldn't brighten. His face was as white as jade, but lacked warmth. Instead, it was as cold and hard. Light and shadow intertwined and overlapped on his face. On his peerlessly bright face, his facial features were clear,deep, sharp and cold. His red lips seemed to be a red spider lily that bloomed in hell. He had a demonic charm that was bloody and dangerous.

Yu Zongzheng forgot that he couldn't make a sound. He subconsciously opened his mouth, wanting to escape.