The taste of his own blood was new to him as Ning Zhuo slipped in and out of consciousness. Some of the memories were sweet. There was the cry of a baby as he held it and someone cooed, "good girl, good girl, can you say father?" There was a garbled voice followed by a laugh as the cooing continued. "Good girl, good girl, don't these snacks taste good? Do you want to share them with dad when he wakes up." The blood dribbled out of his mouth and trailed down his neck as he started to remember darker things. His wife hanging by a noose around her neck as he walked in. How did she get so high up if there was no chair around her. The skeletons of the side court as he entered for the first time, there was so much dirt there blowing about. Someone really needed to sweep in there. Why hadn't he told someone to do it regularly? Yan Sha leaving him again and again and again, her hands around his neck screaming wrenching, telli
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