Sister Yang smiled softly, her voice a gentle murmur, swathed in a silver-gray cloak, with the hood up.
Now, with a tug, she removed her hood and stood right there.
"Does Princess have any other choice? Or if..." Sister Yang swept a glance over Lady Gao's wan and haggard face. The woman had once boasted beauty, yet in little more than half a year, it had withered to scant remains.
"Or if, Princess is willing to spend her twilight years here in seclusion..."
Lady Gao shuddered at the thought—she was not yet twenty, to spend her twilight years?
Here?
She looked at the room where the leaking was less as the rain had subsided, but drops of water still trickled down.
She felt a chill engulf her body.
How could it be? Spend her twilight years here? If she were to live another thirty years, would she spend them all in this place?
