The piercing pain shot from my stomach straight to the top of my head. Beside the wooden bed was a propped-up window with bars, and outside the night was deep, making it impossible to tell what time or direction it was — east, west, north, south — all blurred together.,The man's gaze traveled from Jiang Jin Yue's hand to her face again.,Jiang Jin Yue quietly explained a sentence, propped up her stomach and sat on the edge of the table, a wobbly bench, and directly picked up the dagger. She fiddled with the black kerosene in the candlestick and roasted the lampwick with the side of the blade.。