Oh.
Last night, Xu Nianhua hid in her room and cried all night. She wasn't impulsive, but she did something to the blood she had donated. She wanted Gu Mingzhu to be disappointed, she wanted the Gu family's most cherished Gu Mingzhu to not survive.
A raging fire, the flames fiercely rushing at one's face as if to bake someone into a dry husk.
"Do you think Gu Mingzhu really can survive?"
Xu Nianhua leapt, plunging into the sea of fire.
The scorching flames burnt her painfully, drenched in cold sweat, she instantly opened her eyes.
Xu Nianhua opened her eyes, those pitch-black eyes moving around, with a feeling of not knowing what year or month it was now.
A strange room.
Where is this?
Xu Nianhua's heart was still beating violently; she stared blankly for a long time before she realized this was her aunt's house.
