"Ah..." A piercing scream that almost shattered everyone's eardrums rang out through heaven and earth.
Du Wanqing dropped the bronze mirror in her hand, pushed away the two older women propping her up, and franticly tried to escape, dragging her injured leg.
With her body lacking support, how could she manage to walk in the snow? She fell to the ground after just a few steps.
The cold snow, like needles piercing her skin, caused her so much pain she nearly stopped breathing.
"This is not me, I don't look like this! There are ghosts, don't follow me..."
Du Wanqing must truly have been on the verge of madness.
She ripped off the gauze on her body and with her functioning hand, she scratched her face until it was bloody.
Hearing the scream, Miss Du hurried back and stood in front of Du Wanqing.
She looked down at Du Wanqing, her hands trembling slightly.
Seeing her in such a state, it seemed she had received enough retribution.
