Chapter 858 - Was She Going to Die? (1/2)

She tried hard to separate her dry lips. She thought it would be cleaner to die this way, but she really did not want to die here. She did not want her corpse to decay, decompose, and be filled with maggots by the time someone discovered her. So she did not want to die. If she wanted to be clean, she wanted a clean death and was indignant to be part of someone else’s calculations.

She struggled to stand up from the floor. Just that, she felt that her shoulder area was shattered. That pain was the exact same feeling when her arm broke back then. Once she stood up, she fell back down again. Then, she realized that she had not eaten or drunk in days.

She tried to find the door, but bang! She fell back down again and hurt her bones. She clenched her teeth, stood up, and walked to the door to open it.

However, no matter how much she turned the handle, the door refused to open.

Hah…

She laughed. She laughed sarcastically.

Were they afraid that she was going to run or what?

She let go of her hand and walked back. Using the dim light coming in, she licked her dry lips as she practically crawled to the living room. There were apples there, yes, apples. She stood up weakly and walked towards the coffee table. She remembered that there were a few apples on the table; she had peeled one so there were two left.

She reached out and felt for an apple. Without even considering washing it, she wolfed it down. She was hungry, starving in fact. She had never been so hungry until she wanted to vomit lactic acid, bite the table, and bite herself.

Just that when she was done eating, she started to regret it. If she was going to stay here for a few more days, would there be anything left for her?

She stood up again and felt her way forward as she did not dare to turn on the lights to see the blood on the floor and the blood on her.

There was nothing in the kitchen—not even a fridge—so there would not be anything to eat.

She had searched a few times, but there really seemed to be nothing here. She did not know if there were mice; it would be good if there was as when she got really hungry, she could catch them to eat.

She turned on the tap, and cool water came running out.

Luckily, there was still water.

She licked her dry lips and placed her hand below the tap, letting the water clean the blood on her fingers that did not belong to her. Then, she scooped up some water to drink it, regardless of the temperature.

The water was just like a fountain that moisturized her dry lips and her heart and saved her life. She did not know how much water she drank, but she only knew that she could hear her stomach moving in between her movements.

She had heard that people could survive up to seven days without food, but only three without water.

She did not know how long she could last.

She walked out and curled herself up into a ball at a corner.

She placed her finger in front, and she could still feel the warm blood in her palm as if her hand really ended a person, a life.

In the past, there was a life in her hands; and they all said that she did it. Now, there was another life in her hands, but who would believe that she did not do it?