It was just after the third watch, and the night wind blew through the hall, as cold as a knife scraping the bones.
Shen Qingwu was awakened by a knock on the door.
The door panel vibrated with a rapid and unreasonable rhythm, like a reminder.
When she opened her eyes, her eyes were clear and there was no trace of panic - after living in this man-eating house for sixteen years, panic would only make her die faster.
She put on her clothes and stood up, her movements light and steady, her fingertips brushed over the old jade pendant under the pillow, and she felt calmer.
It was the only thing left by my mother. It was a piece of gray jade with the vague word "Qinggu" engraved on the corner.
"Shen Qingwu! Get up quickly!" The little maid outside the door said with a trembling voice, "Madam vomited black blood and passed out! Mrs. Lin said... That she was afraid of an epidemic and wanted to close the hospital and burn down the house!"
