Zhao Chunxia looked at her disciple, seeing Ji Hui avoid her gaze and retreat to the depths of the cave. She sighed softly, "If it weren't for my naive trust in He Wentian, how could we be in this situation today? Hui'Er, so young, trapped here... naturally... naturally she blames me."
In the following days, Ji Hui avoided her and Zhao Chunxia felt even more guilty, her emotional sickness unresolved, her physical illness worsened, coughing frequently, feeling numb and hazy, entirely ignoring external affairs. She didn't even know when the duty of changing meals was shifted to another servant. This day, as she ate, she suddenly saw a note hidden among the grains of rice. She, weak and powerless, unfolded the note to take a look.
The script inside was bold, likely written by a youthful hand. Having not seen anything external for long, she was curious, though the brief words shocked her, it read: "I am hidden among the scoundrels, waiting for an opportunity to act."
