This is the history of a timid girl's struggle in the dark world.
"I'm sorry..." These three words seemed to consume all my energy, and my voice was so small that I couldn't even hear them clearly.
"No matter what you heard... Just pretend you haven't heard it" he said with an indifferent tone.
"But..." I was about to speak when he interrupted me.
"Get ready." Sensing the emphasis in his tone, I turned my head to meet his eyes, "Explanation." He glanced down at me, his eyes unusually calm, as if he didn't care about anything.
So many servants have died, and Old Qiao is also dead. Why can he still act like nothing happened? I know that his calmness is what I have always feared about him.
I've always wanted to write a story, and now I'm starting to fill in the gaps...