Inside a dilapidated wooden shack, farm tools lay in disarray. Tucked away in the corner on a pile of matted straw, a girl of ethereal, delicate beauty lay resting, her clean, soft features forming a strange contrast with the dusty, cluttered room.
Her eyes were tightly shut, her elegant brows knitted into a knot, her expression deeply troubled.
Pei You slowly opened her eyes, only to find herself in a soul-searching stare-down with a small black insect crawling right up to her face. Terrified, the young girl bolted upright, biting her lip to force herself to stay silent.
Chapter 48