Bab 601: Chapter 593: Either Beating or Scolding

Yet, she didn't know how much of this hope still remained, not knowing if this spark of starlight would continue to burn, or ultimately be extinguished in the mortal world, leaving behind only a fleeting spark.

Eventually, it would be eradicated.

The water in the pot was already boiling.

She covered the pot and went to fetch some firewood to throw into the stove. The flames reflected against her gaunt cheeks, almost erasing any trace of her past.

She didn't even know what she looked like anymore.

She must be ugly.

Yes, she must be ugly, otherwise, she wouldn't have been sold for just five hundred yuan. If she was short even a cent, wouldn't that man, Hu Lao Si, have suffered a loss?

She pulled at her own lips, only to feel a piercing pain.

She removed the lid from the pot, and, seeing no one outside, pulled a bunch of wild plants from her pocket, tossing all of them into the pot.