Jiang Ying's soul soon disappeared into the night.
Bai Zhi'er looked up, tears streaming down.
"Sister Jiang Ying... sob..." She choked with sobs.
Jiang Ying's words still echoed in her ears—
"If I cannot stay, just consider it as me chasing the light."
Bai Zhi'er wept in distress, and at this moment, a rustling sound came from the coffin.
"Princess... why are you here?" Jiang Mian's hoarse voice sat up.
She held her forehead, just returned to her body, and was still a bit unaccustomed.
Bai Zhi'er hurriedly wiped away her tears and helped Jiang Mian up.
"Sister Jiang Mian, are you still feeling unwell?"
Jiang Mian gently shook her head: "Just dizzy, but, how am I here?"
She barely recalled, and her expression suddenly seemed a bit terrified.
"Princess, this place is dangerous, we must leave quickly, Li Zhuangnian indeed came for revenge!"
"We should report to the authorities, by the way... where's cousin! Is cousin injured?"
