Gray curtains covered the entire bed.
The sealed windows not only prevented any sunlight from entering the room, but even the air was no longer circulating.
On the bed, a figure continued to moan.
The beautiful blanket on the big bed was already covered in blood. There was even blood dripping down the fabric to the ground.
Beside the bed, a hunched man was holding a bowl and pouring something into Wen Qiong's mouth.
As Kong Rui looked at the man, she found him familiar.
She watched as the blackish-red liquid in the bowl was poured into Wen Qiong's mouth.
Because she had drunk too much, a lot of liquid flowed down the corner of Wen Qiong's mouth.
A corner of the drapery on the bed was lifted by the man. Kong Rui could see Wen Qiong's hand on the side of her body, but her skin was already as withered as an old woman's.
