"What did I go through?"
In the Golden Palace, Lou Yan laughed at himself, slowly raising his hand and touching the cold mask on his face. Even after eight hundred years, those memories would still make him ache, as if they were vivid in his mind. "Now, you still have the nerve to ask me what I went through?!"
If he had not been fully dead and just held his breath for a short time due to excessive injuries, he would probably have been gone from this world long ago.
Fortunately, when he was bitten by wild dogs in the mass grave, he woke up from the pain, exhaled, and came back to life.
He had a chance to crawl back to the world from hell.
Jiang Jiamian pursed his lips and said seriously, "It's my fault."
He was indeed the cause of this matter.
He did break his promise.
Lou Yan tilted his head slightly, and the sadness on his face disappeared, he raised his eyebrows and smiled like a naughty child, "Since you admit that you are wrong, you must be punished."
