She didn't look good, her long hair was disheveled, her clothes hadn't been changed for a few days, and her body gave off a stale smell that was mixed with muddy soil.
This room is located underground more than twenty feet above the ground. I don’t know what kind of mechanisms are arranged in the four walls. Unexpectedly, I can’t hear the slightest sound from the outside world, and there is fresh air, which comes from the shaded exhaust holes.
Being exchanged will ensure that she will not be suffocated to death.
If Qingluan doesn't make any sound, there will always be absolute silence around him.
No one talked to her.[
No living thing came face to face with her.
Even three meals a day were hung in a basket from a small hole on the top of the head by a dedicated person, without any communication with her during the process.
Qingluan didn't even know what the person delivering the food looked like.
She smashed everything in the room, just to make some noise so that the surroundings would not be so quiet.
That would give her the illusion that she had already died, been buried in a grave, and would one day be forgotten.
The strangest thing is that there is a mysterious power that cuts off the subtle connection between her and the red bee, making it impossible for her to obtain information from the outside world through the red bee's eyes, which invisibly makes her feel more depressed.
Queen Jixiang asked her to help with something, and Qingluan was brought here.
The queen returned her piano and her luggage, smiled and said to her, "Thank you for your help," and then left, never to return.
It turns out that waiting here is what Queen Jixiang asked her to do.
Qingluan stood up, walked back and forth irritably, and occasionally shouted a few times regardless of her image, calling Zhuge Rukuang, Helianchuan, Hongfeng, or anyone who could hear her voice.
Please, she just wanted to find someone to talk to. It was so quiet and depressing that she could hardly breathe.