Xia Yixuan was supposed to be the one alive while Xia Ruoxin should be the one dead. Right. Some were born to be a princess while others were just redundant—like her.
She slowly lowered her eyes and placed her hand on her stomach. Her fingers tightened. It felt like it was snapping.
Haven't she paid enough? She lost the chance to be a mother! Wasn't it enough?
Was it really enough? In fact, she was ridiculously wrong. She had much to pay, so much more that she could not even imagine.
She looked around. The place really resembled a prison. It not only imprisoned her body and everything she had, but even her soul was stuck here.
She lay down and coiled her body up. It was the only way she could feel herself alive. Her fingertips were already frozen.
She had no idea how long she had slept for she had awakened in the same position. It was dark outside. She was alone in the huge room and her only audience was herself.
