Duanmu Minya casually wiped the blood from her forehead with the wide sleeve of her right hand, as if it was not her blood, and as if she did not feel the burning pain on her forehead.
But as soon as the blood was wiped away, new blood was added immediately, and then flowed on the cheeks.
Duanmu Minya slowly raised her head and looked at the place in front of her where she wanted to live. Her lips were slightly pulled, with a sarcastic and indifferent arc.
It seems that this cell is not bad. It is not as damp and dark as imagined, nor does it have rats running all over the floor as imagined. Instead, it looks clean and tidy.
The cell was not big, about ten square meters, and there was a pile of hay against the wall. There were traces of someone sleeping on the hay, so this must be the bed she was going to sleep on.
Haha, luckily I didn't sleep on the floor. Although it's not very cold now, the floor is still very cold.
Duanmu Minya squinted her left eye, because the blood had blurred her vision in her left eye. She squinted helplessly. She used her right hand to support her body, and crawled towards the pile of hay slowly and with difficulty, half crawling and half crawling.
The pain in her left hand and the injury on her forehead made her look extremely weak. After finally crawling to the hay, she lay there without any strength anymore.
Alas, she wouldn't just die here in such an embarrassment!
She lost too much blood, her eyes gradually became blurred, and she was in a trance. When she almost lost consciousness, she finally pressed the wound on her forehead with her right hand, and lay on the ground with her left face facing the ground, falling into a coma!
The injury on his back has not healed yet, because the prison cracked open again this time, and the blood stains slowly revealed, leaving dark red water stains on the clothes.
The wound on her forehead, the sprain of her left wrist, and the two heartbreaking pains made her want to pass out without being stimulated by the senses. The coma caused by excessive blood loss allowed Duanmu Minya to achieve her wish and no longer have to suffer.
Suffering from pain.
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The study room is all made of pure black solid wood. From the small desk to the large bookcases that reach the ceiling, they are all made of black solid wood.
Behind the large desk, which was about two meters long and one meter wide, Xuanyuan Qingtian lowered his head and looked at the official documents spread out on the table, holding a writing brush in his hand, ready to mark it.
But he didn't write for a long time, as if the official document in front of him made him difficult to make a decision, but it was just a simple application document for kitchen repairs.
Butler Lin, who was standing aside waiting, peeked at Xuanyuan Qingtian in surprise, why is the prince so weird today!