Many daughters of powerful families were locked up here, but as long as they entered here, their so-called identities would no longer exist.
I was a very spineless person. A week and a half later, I insisted on not eating the vomitting food, but the food I ate made my aunt a little unacceptable. I ate a rat... I still remembered the smell of blood hitting my throat, and the blood slid down from the corner of my mouth. Disgusting... it was all over my chest, but I wanted to live.
I wiped my face with black mud in order not to attract the attention of lecherous souls in the dungeons. It would be best if they could see me and fall in love with me.
Every day when I was muddleheaded, I began to suspect that this was just a nightmare. However, I would still feel fearful and would still have t
