Three days and three nights.
There is no light.
There is only boundless darkness and never-ending humiliation.
Shen Wanyin didn't know where she was dragged or thrown. Her consciousness was sometimes clear and sometimes blurry. When he was awake, he felt the severe pain coming from the seams of his bones and the tearing of his soul from being trampled repeatedly.
She couldn't see anything, but her ears were filled with the heavy breathing of the Khan and the blasphemous teasing of the soldiers.
She felt like she was going to die.
From body to soul.
Just when she thought she would die like this in a dirty corner, the dilapidated door was kicked open. The wind and snow rolled in, bringing with it a sharp and fresh smell.
She was thrown out like a sack by two soldiers.
Fell in the snow.
So cold.
It's the coldness of life passing by.
The snowflakes fell on her hot forehead, instantly melted into water, and then quickly turned into ice. She opened her eyes with difficulty and saw a gray sky. Snowflakes floated down one by one, like a layer of paper money.
So clean.
She suddenly gained strength.
She moved her fingers and touched something in her messy hair.
It's a hairpin.
That was inserted by Xiao Jin himself when she was the queen. He said that this South Sea pearl matched her skin tone best.
Ridiculous.
The pearl is still there, but where are the people?
She used her last bit of strength to hold the hairpin in her hand, pointing the tip towards her heart.
There, it once beat so fast and so warmly for a person.
Now, there is only dead silence.
"Xiao Jin..."
She murmured the name, her voice so soft that it was blown away by the wind.
