Yuwen Junan was bound.
Crimson binding cords were wrapped around his wrists and ankles at one end, and tied to the deep red bedposts at the other.
Yuwen Junan had known that the regeneration of broken bones would be painful, but he had not expected the sensation of his meridians regrowing to be like this. It was not pain; it was an itch—a bone-gnawing, marrow-deep itch that spread through every fiber of his being, making him wish he could take a blade, slice through his skin, and gouge out those meridians buried beneath his flesh one by one.
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