Yu Wanqing dragged her broken body, hiding and searching for an escape route.

Yesterday, Yu Wanqing, who was supposed to meet Song Yanshu at the bookstore, was bound by servants ordered by her father and sent to the so-called residence of a high-ranking Japanese official before she even left the house.

It was only because a few days ago, when Yu Wanqing passed by her father's council chamber, that she was inadvertently spotted by that high-ranking Japanese official.

Although he didn't explicitly say he wanted Yu Wanqing, as a fellow man, Yu Wanqing's father immediately understood his intentions.

Holding onto the idea of ​​currying favor with that person, Yu Wanqing's father didn't discuss it with Yu Wanqing, because he knew that Yu Wanqing would definitely not agree, and he was afraid that if he told Yu Wanqing, she would run away.

They took advantage of her unpreparedness, sent someone to drug Yu Wanqing, and then tied her up and sent her to that man's residence.

When Yu Wan regained consciousness, she found herself lying in an unfamiliar room, as if she had been run over by a car.

The place was filled with all sorts of novelties she had heard about from Song Yanshu, and the clothes she was wearing were not the ones she was familiar with; instead, she was wearing a cheongsam that flattered her figure.

It was made almost to fit her curves.

Yu Wanqing spent half a day sorting out her thoughts and learned the truth from the people who served her.

She managed to escape using an excuse, only to get lost in the courtyard.

No one knows how desperate she was at that moment. She went through a process from feeling sad, disappointed and wanting to die after learning the truth to pulling herself together and trying to escape, only to get lost in this high-walled compound.

As Yu Wanqing walked, she observed the surroundings. She finally found a door that led her out, but before she could get there, a gunshot rang out.

Bang--

Yu Wanqing didn't even have time to turn around and see who fired the shot before she fell to the ground.

The vibrant age of eighteen ended forever within this compound.

Yu Wanqing never left this compound before, and she still hasn't left now.

Clearly, she was just one step away from breaking free from the heavy shackles imposed upon her by feudal society.

Clearly...clearly...just one step away...

...

"Good, very good!" Yu Yunzhi stood behind the director, watching her performance just now.

Director Yang kept praising her. He looked at the tear that slid down Yu Wanqing's closed eyes in the shot, and even though he was the director of this scene, he couldn't help but shed tears: "Yunzhi, you are truly an acting genius."

"No, no, it's all thanks to Director Yang's guidance," Yu Yunzhi said modestly.

Today, Yu Yunzhi's scenes were mostly filmed in one take, perfectly embodying Yu Wanqing, as if she *was* Yu Wanqing.

Even if there are things he's not satisfied with, Director Yang can tell Yu Yunzhi the effect he wants, and Yu Yunzhi can immediately perform it.

It has to be said that she is a very talented actress, born to be an actress, and her face is absolutely stunning on the big screen.

Director Yang has only seen one person like this among this generation of actors, and that is Shao Wenyan.

He heard that the two of them recently collaborated on a drama, and he could imagine that this drama would definitely become a milestone in television series.

It seems his old friend Director Zhang is in luck.

Of course, his movies are also good.

They filmed another scene after Yu Wanqing's death, showing her body being sent back to the Yu residence and dumped at the main gate.

The people in the Yu family were also afraid of offending that high-ranking Japanese official, so they hesitated even when collecting the body.

Song Yanshu waited for Yu Wanqing all day yesterday but she didn't show up, so he guessed that something must have happened to her.

Before he could find out what had happened, he saw Yu Wanqing dressed in a proper cheongsam, her hair neatly tied up, lying on the ground as if she were asleep.

Only the constantly seeping blood, the bare feet covered in mud, and the pale, bloodless face seemed to tell him a truth.

Yu Wanqing died at the age of eighteen, a time when she should have been living life to the fullest.

She was never unrestrained, never flamboyant, and rarely even acted coquettishly or made demands.

Why her of all people? Why Yu Wanqing?

Song Yanshu stepped forward, trembling, picked up Yu Wanqing, and walked straight to the gate of the Yu residence. He didn't even glance at his once highly respected uncle and aunt, simply because they had once been her parents.

Song Yanshu walked to Yu Wanqing's boudoir and placed her on the bed where she had slept for eighteen years, where her body fragrance still seemed to linger.

But from today onwards, it will never happen again.

Yu Wanqing closed her eyes peacefully, as if she were asleep. Song Yanshu stroked her eyebrows and gently wiped the bloodstains from her face.

He took a damp handkerchief and gently wiped away the mud from Yu Wanqing's face, hands, feet, arms, and legs.

Looking at this maidservant who was the only one in the family who genuinely shed tears for Yu Wanqing, Yu Wanqing's closest confidante.

"Could you please... help her... change into something more presentable?"

While the young maid was helping him change his clothes, Song Yanshu didn't even dare to look at her body.

Her snow-white body was covered in bruises and welts, and the places where blood kept flowing seemed to tell the story of what she had gone through.

Song Yanshu turned her back, holding back her tears all the way, as if she had suddenly realized everything at this moment.

He choked back sobs, the overwhelming grief preventing him from making a sound. His body trembled uncontrollably, his limbs spasmed, and large tears streamed down his face.

He dared not look at Yu Wanqing, did not want to accept her death, and did not believe he was qualified to look at the person he regarded as a god and held in the palm of his hand.

The little girl helped Yu Wanqing change into her favorite clothes.

She looked at the young lady she had followed since childhood, and taught her to read and write, telling her, "Being a slave is not something you can choose, but learning and integrity are something you can choose."

Never again, no one will ever tell her these things again...

"Young Master Song, could you please help me carry Miss to the dressing table?"

"I want Miss to leave looking beautiful. She is a very proper person and would never want to leave like this."

"One last time, I'll do Miss's makeup one last time..."

The little girl became more and more emotional as she spoke, tears streaming down her face.

“Miss, you always say these hairpins are tacky. I always forced you to wear them before. How about we don’t wear them this time…”

"This is your favorite rouge. Look, it still looks so good on your face..."

"No, it's clearly because Miss is beautiful, she looks good no matter what... but she doesn't look good today..."

"Miss, please slow down and wait for me on the way. In the next life, I don't want to be your servant anymore. I want to be your sister, your dear sister. You would love me very much, wouldn't you..."

"..."

"Young Master Song, everything is ready."

The little girl knew why Song Yanshu had been waiting there: he wanted to take her young mistress away.

The Yu family knew immediately that the young lady had been left at the door, and Master Yu ordered that no one was allowed to bring her back.

She wanted to go, but people stopped her. She cried and begged the master and the madam, but no one paid any attention to her.

She could only watch helplessly as her mistress was stared at at the door. She hated them terribly, hated those who had driven her mistress to her death, but there was nothing she could do.

"Thank you for your trouble." Song Yanshu picked up the person who seemed to be asleep and strode out of the Yu residence...