If someone actually died, it would be more than just an unmanageable mess—everyone here would likely pay with their lives!
But once a person was set on suicide, the fear was that if they failed once, they would simply try again.
A roomful of people crowded around, not daring to leave.
Word had been sent, but so much time had passed and still no one had come.
'Some get all the warmth, while others are left to freeze!'
But they only dared to think this silently. No one could forget the recent, vivid examples of what could happen.
Cao Luyun's eyes were wet. She didn't even have to look to feel their probing gazes.
"All of you, get out."
She was shivering uncontrollably, not even wanting to lift her eyelids. Her voice was hoarse.
Shuangjiang was about to respond when she saw someone step inside.
"My Lord!"
Everyone in the room lowered their heads, retracting their earlier stares.
