C354 The People Inside Are My Own People

"How did you die?" Zhao Dong inquired with curiosity.

"How did I die?" The woman seemed to be searching her memory. She was dead, yet unaware of the cause. She clung to fragments of recollection, dominated by an intense loathing for certain men. They were the ones who had reduced her to this state.

"I was alone, keeping vigil in an empty room. My husband was out with someone else