Gu Qiantong never thought time could be so hard to endure.
She finally managed to change out of her stained dress and unwearable high heels. Changning threw her a set of simple white long-sleeved clothes and a pair of chafing canvas shoes.
If she didn't wear them, she would have to change back into her original clothes, no other options.
But wearing clothes and shoes that would chafe the skin was the least of her worries. Nearly a day and night later, she was forced to see Wu Hua again.
No coffin and no cremation, the corpse just lay on a bare bed, surrounded by symbols drawn in vermilion that she couldn't understand.
Even though there were several braziers burning in the room, it still felt cold and eerily terrifying to her; she couldn't help but shiver as soon as she entered.
She didn't dare to look at the bed any longer.
Such a room was even scarier than a horror film set.
And she had to stay here to keep watch!
"Click!"
Her jaw was shut.
