Volume 1, Chapter 7: Still Not Dead Yet

The scalding medicine flowed deep into her lungs, as if it were setting her entire body ablaze.

She forced down the urge to vomit and steadied her voice calmly.

“You may leave now.”

Nurse Li carried the bowl of medicine away, while Xie Jiaoyue lay on her side in bed, clutching her stomach.

Her fingers gripped the bedsheet tightly.

She had thought the medicine was Mrs. Xie's will and had not resisted.

Having only returned for a day, she already knew how severe the consequences of defying her parents could be.

On the mountain, she had resisted Mrs. Xie for the first time and was slapped, then fell down the slope.

That morning, she had refused to see Mrs. and Master Xie and was beaten with rods until she lost consciousness.

Sweat beaded on Xie Jiaoyue’s forehead, strands of hair sticking damply to her temple.

She curled into a ball, her palms sweating and moistening the quilt.

The pain was unbearable.

The wounds on her head and the lash marks on her back felt as if they would split open.

Her bones trembled through the agony.

After a moment, she began coughing violently, as if her insides would be expelled.

She turned on her side and spat a mouthful of fresh blood onto the floor.

“Miss, the hot water is ready for your bath... Miss! Miss, what’s wrong with you?”

Zhiqiu, seeing her young mistress pale and trembling on the bed, was terrified and rushed out.

“Someone help! Quick! Miss is bleeding!”

Xie Jiaoyue was drenched in cold sweat, curled tightly in bed, too weak to speak.

She closed her eyes and, in a daze, heard many unfamiliar voices.

Not a single familiar face.

Neither Mrs. Xie nor Master Xie had come.

In that moment, Xie Jiaoyue suddenly understood—

They had brought her back to the ancestral home to repay her grandmother’s debt.

This life was meant to be given back to her grandmother.

Before losing consciousness, she wondered if her grandmother would resent her upon seeing her.

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“Jiao Jiao, come into grandmother’s arms.”

The kindly elderly woman sat in a redwood chair, opening her arms to welcome Xie Jiaoyue.

“It’s grandmother, grandmother has come to take you.”

“Grandmother…”

Xie Jiaoyue looked at her, tears clouding her eyes.

“Grandmother, I didn’t mean it... I didn’t know…”

“I know, I know, Jiao Jiao didn’t want to harm me. Grandmother knows it all. Jiao Jiao is a good child.”

The aged, gentle woman gazed at her tenderly. “Jiao Jiao is remarkable, she saved the whole family…”

Step by step, Xie Jiaoyue moved closer to her, like a child just learning to walk, each step slow and unsteady.

“Grandmother, have you finally come to take me…”

Jiao Jiao dreamed of her grandmother coming to take her away.

The young woman walked toward her path home, but halfway there, the old woman dispersed.

Like dust carried away on the wind.

“Grandmother! Grandmother!”

Xie Jiaoyue reached out and tightly embraced that wisp of dust, struggling and desperately gathering the scattered particles.

But the dust was still blown away by the wind.

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