My heart is as cold as ice, even colder than the temperature of this ice cave.
I struggled to move my frozen body and walked to an ice wall.
Under Vincent's contempt and the gloating gaze of a group of rich second-generations, he bit his finger.
Then he wrote Vincent's name on the ice wall stroke by stroke.
Next, it's Scarlett.
Then there are the group of rich second-generations behind Vincent.
Bloody signatures were imprinted on the ice wall.
When I have written all over the ice wall, I will move.
Every time he moved, a few drops of eye-catching red were left under his feet.
If you look closely, you will find that my pants are stained with blood.
The blood did not come from the wound on his forehead, but from between his legs.
Vincent looked at the bloody words on the ice wall and felt shocked at first, then felt ashamed and angry at having his authority challenged.
He punched the air in front of him and yelled at me in frustration, "Eleanor, what do you mean by this?"
My lips trembled, and a sinister arc rose up: "Curse—If I live, you will die. If I die, you and your descendants will die together."
After saying that, I wrote this sentence with trembling fingers.