"Murder!"
"Someone, come quickly—"
The scream of Mei Xiang pierced the skies, startling the crows above Huixin Hall, their sudden flurry of flight weaving through the treetops like messengers of lamentable news...
Li Sangruo was already beyond saving.
When Feng Yun crouched down to examine her, her face was pale and contorted, her lips struggling to move but only able to part slightly—what came out was blood...
"Li Sangruo?"
Feng Yun raised her voice as she gazed at her.
Li Sangruo's chest still faintly rose and fell, her fingers weakly clawing at the ground, desperately searching for some form of support or redemption.
Feng Yun: "Who did this?"
Li Sangruo's lips trembled slightly.
She could no longer make any sound, her throat choked with faint whimpers. Her eyes widened forcefully, her trembling fingers reaching toward her...
"Sister-in-law... save... me..."
With the flame of life flickering out, she summoned all her strength to voice her desperate longing for survival—
