Heh.
That night, Xu Nianhua hid in her room and cried all evening. She didn't act rashly; instead, she tampered with the blood she had donated. She wanted Gu Mingzhu to lose hope. She wanted Gu Mingzhu, the one the Gu Family cared about the most, not to survive.
A raging fire, flames roaring, it seemed like it was going to roast a person dry.
"Do you really think Gu Mingzhu can survive?"
Xu Nianhua leapt, plunging herself into the sea of fire.
The scorching flames burned her painfully, cold sweat broke out, and in an instant she opened her eyes.
Xu Nianhua opened her eyes, those pitch-black pupils darting around, feeling as if she didn't know what year or month it was.
A strange room.
Where is this?
Xu Nianhua's heart was still pounding wildly. She sat in a daze for a long moment before realizing—this was her aunt's home.
