When Gu Jin opened his eyes, his eyes were completely pale.
The spiritual flag swayed gently above the head, the candlelight reflected the white curtains in the hall, and the air was filled with the smell of burning paper money.
Her vision was a little blurry, as if separated by a layer of mist, and the faces of the maids kneeling in front of her could not be clearly seen.
Where is this?
She remembered that she was clearly blocked in the woodshed by the Zhou family, and Shen Qinghe stood outside the door with a gentle smile on his lips, but the words he spoke were colder than an ice pick in the cold winter - "Sister, Mr. Zhou is a good man after all, and Ken accepts you as a concubine for the sake of his father's face. You are a widow, what else do you want?"
Then there is the bowl of medicine.
Bitter.
She remembered the bitter taste of the bowl of medicine, which burned all the way from her throat to her stomach. The burning made her convulse all over, but she couldn't even scream.
