Si Mingjing first glanced at the wooden house. It had no windows, only a single door. If one were locked inside, escape would likely be impossible. But Si Mingjing wasn't afraid and boldly stepped in.
She had to admit, she was tempted.
Si Mingjing pulled Song Tiantian along as they entered. They stopped in front of the wall of photos, where Si Mingjing stared at a picture frame holding the image of her mother, who lived on in her memory.
She still remembered her mother looking just like that when she was young, her face always carrying an expression of pride and nobility.
Even deep within Prison Star, her mother had kept herself immaculate every day. She never showed any signs of slovenliness, and the pride on her face never faded, not even at the moment of her death. Her mother had departed with dignity.
"Sister, my head feels so dizzy," said Song Tiantian, tugging on her arm, her head spinning.
Si Mingjing had already detected a strange fragrance within the wooden house.
