The White Evil That Charms the World

In addition to her serious worries, Wanqiu's joy overcame her guilt, and she insisted on going to see for herself the body of Xiaoyou, the woman who had tortured her for more than a year and made her almost hang herself. So, Wanqiu opened the door of Xiaoyou's room. Her three-inch golden lotus stepped on the sticky blood on the ground, and walked step by step to Xiaoyou's bed. The blood on the ground seemed to drag Wanqiu down, making every step of her walk so difficult, as if a pair of baby hands were pulling her ankles hard... Wanqiu forced herself to overcome her inner uneasiness and fear. Finally, she came to Xiaoyou's bed - Xiaoyou's long hair was messy, lying there quietly, motionless, as if she was asleep, because her belly was still so big because of the stillbirth, and her face was as pale as paper due to excessive blood loss...