C447 Not Your Fault

In a dimly lit room, a woman hugged her knees as she curled up by the bed. It was unknown if it was due to fear or sadness, but her shoulders were shaking uncontrollably.

The chill spread to her limbs and bones, and the room was as cold as an icehouse.

Shao Yunchen pushed open the door and entered. Under the light from the living room, his line of sight focused on the skinny figure on the bed