C931 They Were Not Envious of the Deities or the Immortals or the Youths
Ye Zhiqiu had always been in excellent health. That night, she had caught a cold after returning home in the snow. Everyone in the mansion thought that she was just a minor ailment, but she hadn't recovered even after a few days, making it difficult for her to get off the bed.
She had lived for more than twenty years, and for the first time, she felt as if a mountain had fallen upon her head
