After Sheng Qianchi left, Gu Jiayin maintained the same position, sitting there until noon. The bright sunlight streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows, illuminating the ground beneath her feet.
She looked up at the vast ceiling, suddenly feeling a wave of sadness.
Her body was now free, but her heart was trapped in a cage.
...
On the first day of her newfound freedom, she found herself with no desire to do anything, staring blankly in this palace-like house all day.
As night fell, she sat alone by the floor-to-ceiling window, gazing at the stars in the ink-black sky.
Missing those she loved, missing family.
She missed her grandfather and brother who had gone to Heaven, her mother far away in a foreign land, and the Mo Qiyan she first met. Of course, she also missed Pei Nianchen.
If you asked her whether there were any joyful times in those bitter seven years, there indeed were.
Those were all brought to her by Mo Qiyan.
