Qiuxi helped her down from the carriage and into the small courtyard. The doors to the house were shut tight, and the entire courtyard was deathly quiet.
Liang Wan's legs were incredibly weak. Standing at the door, she simply could not step over the threshold. She wanted to ask a question, but her throat choked up so much she could not utter a single word. She didn't understand why, despite the intense hatred and resentment in her heart, she felt even worse than if she had died herself.
Liang Wan was half-supported, half-dragged inside by Qiuxi and Yao Jinse.
In the inner room, someone lay stiffly on the bed.
