"Sister-in-law, you know everything?" Jiang Zhihe managed to squeeze out a smile.
Bai Ruozhu nodded and sat down beside her, taking her hand and saying, "Worried about what Dou Yun said?"
"I, I think she really is set on dying. I thought about it all night and still cannot bear to see her die.," Jiang Zhihe said in a much softer voice. Her heart was kind, which made it difficult to bear. Yet not wanting Dou Yun to die would mean giving in, and the condition to that concession was something she could not accept.
She sniffed, "Last night when I saw her hanging from the rope, her face was ashen, and her tongue sticking out, I feared she was moments from her last breath. My heart leapt to my throat; I don't know why, but scenes from our childhood kept flashing through my mind."
