The pitch-black night felt interminably long, as if dawn would never break; the silence around her made Wen Ya jump at every unusual sound.
Staring at the lifeless Old Madam Wen in front of her, Wen Ya didn't know what to do.
No one could give Wen Ya an answer.
Wen Ya felt that her heart had died long ago, ever since that moment six months ago when Ji Qin had destroyed her purity.
The only thing Wen Ya was grateful for was that Fu Mingshou had died, and Ji Qin, clearly frightened by Fu Mingshou's fate, no longer dared to be as reckless as before.
In mid-May, as the weather became gradually warmer, Wen Ya, as usual, got up early to make porridge. When she brought it to the bedroom, she discovered that Old Madam Wen had already stopped breathing.
Facing death directly for the first time, Wen Ya appeared very calm.
