The crimson heart lay quietly in his bony hands, losing its vitality the moment Lu Chen plucked it out, yet under the glow of the lights, it appeared extraordinarily vivid.Lu Chen's narrow, dark eyes gazed at the heart in his hands for a long while—it was his own, and only his.After a moment, he murmured, "So... my heart isn't black after all..."For nearly three decades, he had heard countless people say his heart was black, and some even claimed he had no heart. Back then, Lu Chen dismissed such talk without a second thought, never letting it linger in his mind.But as time passed and more people echoed these words, Lu Chen gradually developed a curiosity to see if his heart was indeed black, or if it was as red as those he had brutally murdered.This thought had always been buried in his heart, but he was more inclined to play with what he considered his perfect specimens. It wasn't until he grew tired of that life that this long-held notion began to grow, culminating in toni
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