She recalled that night all too well. It had begun with the carefree chatter shared during their carriage ride, laughter spilling out into the chilly air.
But a mere ten minutes later, everything had shifted in the most horrifying way. That night marked her death, plunging her into a realm of cold and darkness. She had hoped to see her mother, but there was nothing... only silence.
The gut-wrenching pain of witnessing her sister crying, holding her tightly as if she could bring her back, pierced her heart. The image of her master, tortured by this very woman, haunted her dreams.
Nights turned into a struggle as she fought against the echoes of Peng Xiu's crazed smile, an unsettling grin that had twisted in delight as she ripped at her master's spirit veins.
