Cao Shiyu's scant drowsiness was swept away as she opened her mouth to loudly scream.
What place was this? Why was she here?
She reached out, trying to push something away, but found her hand smeared with something sticky. Not knowing what it was, she brought it to her nose and smelled it, feeling like it was the fishy scent of blood.
This time, Cao Shiyu was even more terrified and shouted for help at the top of her lungs.
The place where she was locked was not only small but was also tightly sealed. She simply couldn't push it open nor could she get out of this cramped space...
The servants, not seeing Cao Shiyu come downstairs by eleven in the morning, found it very odd. Although Cao Shiyu usually didn't wake up early, she had never been this late to appear.
Especially since Miss Cao Shiyu had a notoriously bad temper, no one in Qingmu Garden dared to provoke Cao Shiyu.
