Refusing to marry a wealthy family: the young mistress fled 99 times

Eve waited for one night, two nights, three nights...

Every day is spent in anticipation and disappointment, not knowing what is going on outside.

She has nothing to do in prison, she wakes up in the morning and waits, counts, and waits.

Every time there is a slight movement outside, she will stick to the door nervously, listening closely...

The greater the hope, the greater the disappointment. Eve is getting more and more afraid, is there really a catastrophe this time, the young master can't save her, and even the young master Shaozhe can't do anything.

Still, Master Shaozhe also forgot about her.

Eve cried and shed tears. If this continues, she will be forgotten sooner or later.

Perhaps she was put to death before she was forgotten.

What Eve is afraid of is that the parents and brothers who were locked up are now facing the same desperation.

So no matter how unpalatable the daily meal was, she had to force herself to swallow it.

She wants to live and continue to be full of hope, because her death means that her family has no chance to escape.

sir...

Master Shaozhe...

Eve tossed and turned on the narrow bed, tears streaming down her dry face.

The nearly ten days of imprisonment had completely tortured her until she lost weight.Originally, she was raised to be plump and rosy, but she quickly became thin and shriveled, like an eggplant that had been devastated by frost.

With the sound of approaching footsteps, Eve immediately sat up from the bed and stared outside with a tense body.

What else are you looking forward to, it won't be Master Shaozhe at all.

The footsteps passed her door one after another, walking towards the deepest interior.

Someone else came to see the other prisoners... not her...

Eve knew that there were many death row inmates held here, and sometimes she could hear the cries of others, but if she made too much noise, she would be warned by the prison guards immediately.

Eve's eyes were ashen, and she lay back on the bed.

She is not feeling well all over. Not only is she hungry, but she also wants to take a comfortable hot bath.

The whole body is very dirty, and there is a peculiar smell in the prison.

In the first few days, she felt uncomfortable and felt sick, and once she was fainted by the smell of her own hands.

Even if she doesn't look in the mirror, she still knows how dirty and dark her face is now!

Eve pursed her lips, she even suspected that she was as ugly as a dry old lady...

Maybe stay for another ten days, even if she really walks out, the young master will not recognize her.

Thinking of the young master, Eve's tears flowed down crazily again, and the position on her chest was very painful, like a sharp knife scraping deeply.

There were footsteps approaching from far and near again. Knowing that she would be disappointed, Efu did it right away, staring at the door anxiously.

Until she heard the footsteps stop at her door, her heart began to beat violently.

Because it is not meal time, and the footsteps are two.

The sound of the key being inserted into the lock...

As if in a dream, Eve's blood rushed to the top of her head.

So much so that the heavy iron door was pushed open, and Eve immediately jumped to the ground, rushed over vigorously, and threw herself into the arms of that person.

As soon as Qiu Shaozhe walked in, he was hugged tightly by Eve.

Eve felt that she was dying and met the last piece of driftwood.

She hugged him tightly, afraid that he would disappear, afraid that she would leave again.

"Master Shaozhe..." Eve's voice was so hoarse that it was unfamiliar to her, "Woo, woo..."

Qiu Shaozhe's body was tense, and there was a tremor in his eyes.