Chapter 21: The Collusion

The hatred that had been built up over the years was now falling apart. The flesh and blood of his atrial tremor were blurred. The bones and blood on his body were taken away in an instant, and he became a piece of paper in an instant. Even the slight wind could make him stand unsteadily. The air seemed to be sprayed with needles, and even the shallowest breathing could cause irresistible pain. His shaky figure leaned against Joyce's tombstone. "Nathan, you idiot. Joyce must have had her pains...