Jingyuan Hall.
A small servant's side courtyard, in that dark room.
Qu Tan'er barely managed to sit up, cold sweat trickling down her forehead.
Her pale cheeks and deeply furrowed brows, the dizzy feeling never left. Just now, she had pulled out the chain that pierced through her body, and at that moment, the immense pain was more than any ordinary person could endure!
She bit so hard her silver teeth nearly shattered.
The wound was gushing blood; if this continued, she wouldn't need anyone else to act; she would die on her own! A wound like this was not something one person could handle, but in this world, in this situation, she could only rely on herself, all alone! No one could help her!
If she didn't want to die, she had to save herself!
"Chengcheng..."
As long as she thought of that person, that familiar handsome face etched deep into her bones, Qu Tan'er found the courage to stay conscious amidst the searing pain. There was someone still waiting for her to save.
