Next day, dawn.
When Yun Luofeng opened her eyes, Qingyan was already quietly waiting for her in the room. After she saw the young lady waking up, she spoke somewhat excitedly, "Miss, did you know? Gao Ling, who you locked up a year ago, is on the verge of dying. It's estimated that he can at most hang on for another hour."
A year ago, Yun Luofeng did not kill Gao Ling on the spot but instead locked him up in the back garden to suffer unbearable torture. In this year of living but wishing he was dead, he could eventually no longer endure it. Now Qingyan just obtained news that although Gao Ling's injuries had been treated, he was about to die. As such, she hastily ran to Yun Luofeng's room to report this matter to her.
"Gao Ling? I almost forgot about him." Yun Luofeng raised her eyebrows, "In any case, we were acquaintances in the past and since he's about to die, how can I not send him off? Qingyan, let's go!"
