She knows, even without looking, that her body is now covered in injuries. That old woman from the Song Family almost scrubbed off all her skin and flesh.
She touched the iron chain at her feet again. She couldn't guess whether the Song Family had prepared it specifically for her, or whether it used to restrain a dog. Even with an axe, she wasn't sure if she could break it.
Outside, the wind howled, rattling the old, worn out windows from time to time, sending drafts into the room. The cold made Tang Yuxin hold her body tightly.
The sky was gradually darkening, and the house was without light. Only the faint snores of the Song Family's fool echoed in the gloom.
Suddenly, there was a sound from the door, distinctly different from the wind's buffet.
There was someone outside.
Tang Yuxin gripped the corner of her blanket tightly, her muscles tensing, even her breathing nearly stopping.
"Any noises inside?"
The old woman from the Song Family whispered to her husband.
