Jin Jiuchi clenched his fists, his nails digging into the flower-cushioned floor, crushing a bunch of spider lilies between his fingers. The crimson juices spurted out akin to blood— the blood that trickled down his lips. When an itch climbed up his throat, he coughed again, bringing forth another mouthful of blood.
With each passing moment, he felt his vitality draining in a suffocating speed. Drawing out the warmth in his body bit by bit, leaving him icy cold.
Why am I so weak?
