There was no burning fire as expected, no severe pain like burning the skin and flesh. What came into view was the gray beams covered with cobwebs, with a dark hole in one corner, as if it could swallow up all light.
She was lying on a cold, hard wooden bed, covered with a thin, dirty quilt that exuded a musty smell.
She moved her fingers, and her nails were neatly trimmed and rounded, unlike the nails that had been broken and covered in dirt in her previous life in the cold palace.
