Counting the days, tomorrow night would be the perfect time to make an escape. By then, the number of guards in the residence would be cut nearly in half. For Ruan Jiaojiao, running away wasn't enough; she needed to fake her death to end it all once and for all and avoid any future trouble. Her gaze slowly drifted to the oil lamp beside her, then she blew it out, saving the remaining fuel for the following night.
At the same time, this made for a rather difficult evening. Ruan Jiaojiao was not usually afraid of the dark, but who wouldn't be afraid on a night filled with thunder and rain? She could only pray silently that tomorrow would not be plagued by such hellish weather, as it would surely hinder her escape.
"BOOM—"
Chapter 17