Qin Zhao's consciousness was already growing dim, and she felt like a light feather floating on the surface of the sea, uncertain of where she would drift.
Deep beneath the sea, it seemed that shadows of people were emerging.
All were people she recognized.
Her parents from her past life, her siblings, her clan.
One after another they questioned her, asking if she had avenged them yet. Why hadn't she sought revenge?
Qin Zhao didn't know what to say, staring blankly at them.
The disappointment in their eyes was like a multitude of sharp swords, piercing her heart.
The surging waves grew higher, threatening to completely engulf her.
It might be better to just die like this.
If she were to die, she wouldn't feel guilty anymore.
Suddenly, such a thought emerged in her mind.
And the thought of death didn't scare Qin Zhao; on the contrary, it gave her a sense of relief.
She had left a child for Chu Yan.
That would be enough.
