Inside the quiet room, Su Qinglan leaned her back heavily against the closed wooden door. Her eyes slowly shut as she took a deep breath. Then another.
But no matter how deeply she inhaled, the suffocating heaviness sitting on her chest refused to vanish.
She walked slowly over to the bed, sat down on the edge, and stared blankly at the floor.
The old man's haunting words kept repeating in her mind like a relentless curse.
You don't have much time here. Your journey is coming to an end. Your daughters' destinies are not much better than yours...
Su Qinglan clenched her fists until her knuckles turned white.
"Impossible..." she whispered into the empty room, her voice trembling. "It can't be true..."
But deep down, absolute fear gripped her heart.
