Almost Killing Her
Aunt Wu nodded approvingly, tucking the key into her pocket.
"Very well, miss." As soon as Jiang Nuannuan stepped into the dimly lit room, the door was locked behind her.
She turned around, sighed helplessly. Indeed, being resented by the female protagonist was a terrifying ordeal.
Alas.
Zhai Lin's bedroom was exceptionally spacious, perhaps twice the size of her luxurious bedroom in Sunshine Court.
The room was chilly, with the only source of light being the copper-patterned wall lamp, emitting a warm orange glow that softly illuminated the space.
Everywhere she looked, there were paintings adorning the walls and floor, accompanied by the lingering scent of fresh paint. She bent down and picked up a painting, revealing a youthful and lovely face within.
Fu Ying, the missing female lead who fell off the cliff. During the long period when Zhai Lin was absent, he had been painting her repeatedly, along with numerous chaotic landscape scenes.