She hoped her son would find a good final resting place.
She hoped her son wouldn't have to grow up in an orphanage, lonely and miserable like herself.
She did physical labor all year round and was very strong.
After Fang Mingzhu's neck was grasped, she couldn't utter a word, not even a cry for help.
She fought back desperately, struggling for air.
She felt her breathing getting more laborious, and death drew closer.
In a semi-conscious state, she suddenly wondered, is this retribution?
Guo Mu had killed Qiao Yi because of her complaints.
And now, this female prisoner named Wang Huilan was about to kill her over a baseless accusation.
She didn't want to die.
She wanted to leave this place.
She wanted to go abroad.
She wanted to continue living her life as a privileged, pampered, high-class heiress.
She was still young, she hadn't lived enough.
Her brother had said, the lawyer said she was innocent, that she would be out soon—how could she be on the verge of death...
