Black Magic Rose Chapter 9

Chapter 9: The Rose Mark The thunder and rain outside the window raged for half the night, finally subsiding just before dawn. Shu Yijin lay on the guest room bed, completely sleepless. In the darkness, his crimson eyes were wide open, staring unfocused at the ceiling. The fragments of Wen Jingheng’s memory were like a giant stone dropped into the ancient, icy lake of his consciousness, and the ripples were far from settled. The specific, minute pains, loneliness, and struggles belonging to a human…