In the depth of darkness, time seemed to passed exceptionally slow. Day and night became indiscernible, her health fluctuating unpredictably. Sometimes she would sleep from noon one day until the evening of the next.
One day when she woke up, she felt her hand being tightly held. She gazed into the emptiness, sleepily asking, "Did I sleep for a very long time?"
Her body felt extremely weary.
It was as if she had slept for a week straight, a fatigue that left her completely drained.
Her limbs and body throbbed with a dull ache, her throat felt as if it was scorching, and her forehead pulsed with pain, perhaps she had a fever.
The tormenting strain of her spirit, the fatigue and wounds on her body, coupled with the lack of food, swiftly crumbled her frail body.
Meng Xi'er laid there helplessly thinking, was it possible that she wouldn't escape this disaster?
If that was the case, then why had heaven let this person save her, subjecting him to inexplicable torture.
