C1680 Death

"Save me …"

"Is there anyone here …"

Within the woodshed, hoarse shouts rose and fell.

Zhao Shen had long since cried himself to exhaustion. His mouth was so dry that it seemed as if he had entered a desert. The usual honey-like sounds had completely disappeared, leaving only hoarse gasps.

She was truly regretful. Why did she have to leave her master's side? Normally