She had thought that the sleeping pills would have, at least, some effect, however, she was plagued with nightmares all night long, filled with endless warfare and countless dead at the border.
Touching her forehead, drenched in sweat, Mo Yan sat despondently on the bed. She knew that until the issue of the moldy grain was resolved, the nightmares would not end. If things continued this way, those who ate the moldy grain might not suffer much, but she was already being driven mad by the nightmares.
However, the moldy grain issue involved too many people. She feared that picking just one suspect at random could lead to her family's ruin. To resolve the moldy grain issue without causing revenge against her family seemed an impossible task, even more difficult than ascending to the heavens.
