Cold air trickled up from the gaps in the stone floor, soaking through his thin clothes and chilling Shen Qingwu's bones.
She huddled in the corner of the woodshed, with a thin layer of hay under her body. The poor temperature could not withstand the chill of late spring.
There was a suppressed sob coming from outside the door, it was Cui Wei.
"Miss... Don't blame me, it's the madam... It's the madam who didn't let me bring you food..." The maid's voice was trembling, with a cry of despair, "I just... I just overheard that the madam has accepted the betrothal gift from Yuanwai Zhang in the west of the city, and in three days... In three days, I will... I will carry you there..."
