She is not even thirty yet.
So young, and she must spend the rest of her life in this decrepit temple?
Pei Jue is too cruel.
Too cruel.
There are no mirrors in the nunnery. Li Sangruo gazes into the water basin to observe her bald reflection.
A smooth scalp, shaved clean, but still rough to the touch with short stubble.
She's not used to it, not used to it at all.
Angrily, her finger instinctively jabs into the water basin.
The water ripples faintly.
That thin, frail reflection wavers on the water's surface, just like her turbulent and displaced life...
Li Sangruo laughs.
At the basin.
At the reflection within the basin, laughing with a madness that consumes her...
A breeze drifts through the window, stirring her wide-sleeved, ash-blue monk's robe. In the silence, footsteps approach, drawing closer, halting at the door.
Li Sangruo's residence is the most secluded spot within the nunnery.
