Every time she was about to fall asleep, she was woken up again, filling her with rage; the pain from her wounds was unbearable.
Other than roaring, what else could Hee Qingshan do?
Now the throne belonged to Yun Qianyan, and she held the power over everyone's life and death.
Was there any use in smashing things inside the room? It only disturbed her rest.
As for Xun Zihuai, she dared not provoke him. Thinking of that shameless man filled her with both hatred and fear; it would be better to become invisible before people in the future.
Finally feeling the quiet from next door, Ling Shishi could sleep peacefully. Just when she was in a drowsy state, she vaguely heard the door being opened.
Before she could wake up, something held her tightly, causing her to groan in frustration, wanting to push the person away. But she was lying on her stomach, injured, and lacked strength.
