7
Night fell, and Lin Qingyu locked herself in the confinement room, utterly despondent.
Endless darkness surrounded her as she agonizingly tasted the fear Lele had felt in life.
It turns out that the confinement room was so dark, so cold, and so damp that night.
Thinking of Lele dying in such despair and pain, especially knowing this suffering was bestowed by her father's own hands.
Lin Qingyu felt like she was drowning, suffocating, unable to catch her breath.
A rustling sound echoed in her ears, and a cockroach crawled past her feet.
Feeling the unpleasant touch, Lin Qingyu rushed out abruptly.
Turning on the light in the confinement room, she saw dozens of insects crawling densely on the floor.
Recalling the note Lele left before her death, Lin Qingyu belatedly realized something was amiss.
No matter how infrequently used, the house was well-cleaned, how could there be so many bugs here?
Unless someone deliberately did this.