Night falls.
The cold, pale moonlight refracts through the sheer curtains into the bedroom, shrouded in a thin veil of mist, rippling softly with the breeze.
The corner of the curtain sways gently, creating shifting shadows that fall upon the woman lying on a lace-patterned sheet.
Her consciousness, brushed awake by the wind, slowly returns, and she opens her eyes to stare blankly at the unfamiliar surroundings.
It takes her a long while to realize where she is.
Scenes from earlier in the wooden house flash vividly through her mind—the sensation of being touched by insects and ants, a feeling she still cannot shake off.
Bai Shirui rubs her temples uneasily, her stomach churning violently with discomfort. Unable to bear it, she throws aside the corner of the blanket and walks into the bathroom.
Water splashes onto her feet, and the heat wakes her up a little.
Her dress slips off slowly, and by chance, she catches sight of horrifying marks on her thighs and chest.
