The night descended once more, and the once quiet city during the day gradually became lively.
"How many days has it been?" Huang Niu'Er's mind was a bit hazy, struggling to lift his head and look outside through the small window.
However, after the bright daylight vanished, it was still the familiar flickering of candlelight; he could only see the trees in the courtyard and half of a white flower.
In his dreams, the granny with a kindly smile who controlled the puppet to save him turned out to be an illusion.
"Wuwuwu... Granny, I'm sorry, I know I was wrong, please come and save me..." The cold chains were chafing against his already exposed bones, and he whimpered softly.
