Keep on Living (Part 1)
The old man left like that and Qing Feng was brought back to the prison cell. Sitting by the cell door, Qing Feng stared straight at the small window that was shrouded in rays. This was the only place where one can see the world outside. At this moment, the sun should be setting but unfortunately this small window was unable to bring the warmth into the ice cold prison cell. The spring sun set but it was still cold and dark, as if portraying her mood at the moment.
Huang Jiao? What is his purpose for coming today? Who sent him here? Yan Hong Tian place her here so that she can self-destruct or was it to kill the chicken to warn the monkey? Was Eldest Sister safe and sound and will Yan Hong Tian let her off? Can Lou Xi Yan able to protect her thoroughly? There were countless of questions and concerns that Qing Feng could not help but be overwhelmed by a sense of powerlessness.
Footsteps were once again heard outside the door. Qing Feng immediately shifted off to the side, afraid that the cell door will suddenly open and hit her. Her body now is so weak that it cannot tolerate another round of torment.
The warden stopped in front of the cell but did not open the door. He only used the small opening at the bottom of the cell door to place a bowl of ink black soup on the floor and ordered, “Quickly drink.”
What is this? Qing Feng quickly pick the bowl up to inspect. The dark soup was blacker than ink and when she bend down to smell, a strong herbal flavour with a slight fishy smell rose. This should be a bowl of medication. Is this sent by Huang Jiao? He left without a word and specially sent over medication. What exactly is his intention? Qing Feng thought about the blood she vomited in the afternoon and the female weird reaction. Could it be that someone was poisoned to death in front of her?
“Hey…” Qing Feng called out gently towards the other side of the prison cell and in the dark corner, the shadow moved towards the deeper corner.
This medicine… Is it poison? Staring at the ink-black medicinal soup, Qing Feng closed her cold eyes and with a flick of her wrist, all the medicine from the bowl was splashed onto the corner of the stone wall. The ink-black medication slowly flowed down the stone wall as the medication smell filled the small cell and lingered for a long time.