Shen Wanqing's hands were still shaking.
It's not that I'm afraid, it's that I'm cold. The water in the lotus pond was still cold in March, which had not yet melted away in winter. She climbed up from the pond, her wet clothes clinging to her body, and every inch of her skin was feeling cold.
But she stood firm.
She couldn't stand here in her previous life. In her previous life, when she was fished out from the bottom of the pool, she had already lost her breath. A mouthful of pool water poured into her lungs, and she died silently. There was not even anyone to cry out for her injustice.
Shen Rou was held up by two women, her hair was disheveled, half of the makeup on her face was gone, her eyes were as red as rabbits, and she was out of breath from crying.
"Sister... Sister, why are you dragging me! I'm here to save you..."
Shen Wanqing didn't look at her.
She looked down at her hands - there was a small piece of fabric stuck between her nails, which was torn off Shen Rouli's clothes. With the tug under the water just now, she brought out the things that Shen Rou had hidden close to her body.
