"Telling her would only cause more heartache!" Guo Chun said indifferently, "Sometimes living in a dream is quite good, at least in dreams, there's no harm."
Xiaolu didn't quite understand.
Forget it!
If you don't understand, don't think about it.
As long as the master knows, just do as the master says, there won't be any mistakes!
Several days later, the deputy director of the Ministry of Internal Affairs received news that Qiu Li had died.
No one knew how long she had been dead; it was an old maid who noticed that the courtyard had been quiet for several days and heard the sound of rats gnawing in Qiu Li's room, knocking on the door for a long time without response.
Calling several old maids to force the door open, they found she had already died.
The charcoal fire in the room had long since burned out.
The cold weather had prevented the body from decomposing, and there was no odor, just some places where the rats had gnawed, looking terribly frightening.
