The housekeeper didn't come back, Zhao didn't come back; they must all be in danger by now.
Ming Mei felt like a fish that had just been rescued from the river, that even without the butcher's knife falling, all she could do was wait to die.
At this time, time was like a blunt knife, constantly grinding at her heart, that kind of fear... it would dismember a person little by little...
Her heart pounded fiercely, even faster than that of the old master, as if it could burst out at any moment.
Ming Mei clenched her teeth; she couldn't just sit and wait for death. For her child, for the old master, she had to be strong.
Footsteps could faintly be heard from outside the door, getting closer and closer.
The sound was actually very faint, yet it sent a severe shiver through Ming Mei.
If you were familiar with someone, you could recognize their footsteps. These footsteps were unfamiliar, very unfamiliar...
