Chapter 126

The woodshed was damp and cold, heavy with the stench of mold and dust. Fu Jing'an curled up in a corner, her thin garments already soaked through with tears. Moonlight filtered through the dilapidated window lattice, casting dappled shadows across her pale face. She found herself thinking of the Count's Estate again. Her father, Count Jingwen, Fu Mingyuan, though stern, had been caring enough toward his daughters. She remembered that winter she had fallen ill with a cold; her father had specifically ordered the servants to take a long-preserved ginseng from the storehouse to decoct medicine for her. Her elder sister, Fu Mingyue, though somewhat distant in daily life, had never once caused her embarrassment in front of others. And there was her third sister, Fu Yingzhi, who had once relied on and trusted her so deeply, sharing every toy and treat she had with her... "Why... why did it come to this?" Fu Jing'an buried her face in her knees, her thin shoulders trembling uncontrollably. Her nails dug deep into her palms, but she felt no pain. It was her—she had destroyed everything with her own hands.