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It was cold in the Water Prison. It was cold on Qing Jing. It was cold in the Qiu household. As it was cold back in his second life. It was freezing in the hospital too. Shang Qinghua wasn't any better. It was cold on An Ding. It was cold in the Heavens. All the tales about Heaven being a forgiving and warm place? Wrong. It was full of fake souls, fake kindness. Ever since that parasite came, they've been forced to reenact Shang Qinghua's world, 'Proud Immortal Demon Way'. Stupid name, and stupid disease. For years, he hid behind painted fans and condemning scowls. For years, he experienced that wretched Jianluo, that wretched, so-called 'righteous' courtroom procedure, and that wretched, wretched torture. He did not hate Luo Binghe. He was his reason for going on, after all. But was it worth it? Going through this torture, when he himself did not know if he would ever be able to be free of this never-ending cycle?
