Just a day and a night had passed.
A wretched stench of decay began to waft from the dungeon.
My aunt was sprawled on the ground, resembling a boneless, filthy worm. Only her struggling eyes were proof that she was still alive.
Bai Zi was still leaning against the corner of the wall, her face an unnatural shade of pale, her body quivering.
One could not say whether it was the cold or fear.
Yesterday, her words had momentarily subdued Bai Yanxi, but she had no confidence whatsoever.
In the wake of such a scandal, she was thoroughly shunned by Wei Jin. Deep down, she had no hope that Wei Jin would still marry her.
Yesterday's words were merely stalling for time.
To live without suffering bodily harm, even if only for one second, was a blessing!
When she heard the sound of steady footsteps, she shuddered in alarm.
Looking up, she saw Bai Yanxi had already entered the dungeon.
Bai Zi knew that her moment of judgement was coming.
