"What is this?" Chichu Chun was momentarily taken aback.
Xu Xiaoyou said nothing, silently slipping the piece of paper back into the woman's hand.
The note was probably written by the woman's mother. As for the mother's fate... her complicated gaze fell upon the pile of bones beneath the woman.
The plague ravaged, the Kingdom plunged into chaos, and this mother could only nestle with her daughter, who had turned into a monster, in this cold basement until the final moment arrived.
Every moment in this world, tragedies occur, most of which are far from the epic and tragic depictions in the works of great dramatists on stage. The darkness of the times, the cold of long nights, the suffering destined from birth, and the shadows and faint light of humanity form the undertone of these stories.
Unrecorded, unsung, and forgotten.
