Being isolated in a small, cramped cell for many years, what does it feel like to finally see the light of day only to find that the once familiar home has turned into unrecognizable ruins?
I cannot imagine, but I know, it definitely is not a pleasant experience.
Anwina, finally able to leave that room, floated quietly in front of us, occasionally stopping to caress walls and oil paintings now covered with dust and even smeared with bloodstains, as if reminiscing about the past grandeur of this house-turned-Ghost House, recalling the happy times she shared working and laughing with her sisters. But all that had become a blurry past—now, there were no luxurious decorations or bright lights left, only dim corridors and spotty bloodstains.
"If I were stronger, the first thing I would do is strangle the mastermind behind this, the so-called Sargeras, in the womb!"
Qianqian's voice was ice-cold, her brow furrowed with severe violence.
