Jian Rou felt groggy as if someone was dragging her along, but she was too dizzy to resist or muster any strength.
Why did she feel like she was lying in a bed? That wasn't right. Wasn't she drinking with Third Master?
Also, who was undressing her?
Something was off.
Jian Rou tried to resist, but it was futile.
...
The next day, golden sunlight streamed in, but due to the heavy curtains, the room remained dark and gloomy, pitch-black, rendering everything invisible.
Jian Rou was still sleeping hazily and woke up smiling in her dream about the misfortune that had befallen Jian Ran.
However, upon waking, she sensed something was amiss. Why did she feel sore all over?
Her mind was still a blurry mess, not fully awake.
Finally, she opened her bleary eyes and looked around, only to see darkness.
No, this wasn't her room, and she felt an unusual chill on her body. With a glance, she let out a scream.
Hurriedly, she turned on the bedside lamp and was struck dumb by the sight.