When Du Qianqian awoke, she was brimming with a sense of grievance. Why did it have to be her? What had she done wrong to suddenly find herself in Lady Farosa's grasp, even more terrifying than a little fly caught in a spider's web? Caught by a spider, you might face a simple death, but in the arms of Farosa, it was a torture without end, as if sliced by a thousand knives.
"Death is the only fair ending," they all say, but they clearly haven't met Lady Farosa, Du Qianqian thought. Dead, yet reborn, never able to escape from the palm of her hand.
Lady Farosa patiently waited, then pulled Du Qianqian into her embrace. Du Qianqian instantly felt her head enveloped in something soft, the oversized facial cleanser providing an unprecedented level of comfort. She struggled to breathe, holding her breath like a little dolphin. Initially, she resisted, trying to squirm away, but she gradually stopped moving. The warmth and scent of Lady Farosa were unforgettable.
