"I didn't know the exact reason. I asked the late empress many times, but she said nothing."
Mrs. Charlotte swallowed dry saliva once. The whole bathroom was covered with a sweet fragrance, but she felt bitter, as if she were chewing bitter grass.
"Well, the late empress just stayed alive. I would say she was just alive. She was once as bright and beautiful as the sun, but she became thin like a dry twig in a tightly curtained room. It seemed that she found it hard to breathe."
Marianne was easily infected with someone's pain by nature. It was a while ago that she barely endured tears while listening to her story about her father. She was now immersed in late empress Blair's grief, whom she had never met before. It seemed that the woes of the dead empress seemed to resemble her own suffering at first glance.