Such monotonous days without a single change continued for a week. No one spoke to her, Xiao Man's spirit had become somewhat scattered, her eyes unfocused as they stared straight ahead.
When the maid brought her meals, she would see behind her; there was no daylight, only the light of lamps. Proof that this was a sealed room, and the real room lay outside. And the soundproofing must be very good, for she, trapped here, couldn't hear any sound at all.
In this space, it was utterly silent.
Luo Xuan must have put something in her food, for she had no strength at all, unable to exert herself; she couldn't even perform the simple act of clenching her fists.
She had completely turned into a useless person.
If Luo Xuan's goal was this, then soon, it would be achieved.
She would slowly become a madwoman, bit by bit.
When the second week was nearing its end, that door opened.
Luo Xuan walked in.
