Chapter 490: Zhao Ying

These women sat in a circle around Li Miao; although it looked chaotic, there was actually an order to it.

Those who had managed to hold on until now under the methods of Huangfu Hui and the Japanese pirates were undoubtedly women of resilient character, but the psychological pressure of waiting for the next round of torture in that pitch-black stone chamber was clearly not something one could easily endure alone.

Therefore, in the brief moments when they were not being watched, these women had established connections with one another. It was precisely this faint connection that helped them hold on through torture after torture.

The woman closest to Li Miao was the one who had established this connection, and she was also the only person who had been abducted when the Huang Manor was first established and had survived until now.

She respectfully accepted the item Li Miao handed over, yet passed it to the woman beside her without a hint of attachment, then suddenly threw herself onto the ground, slamming her forehead down hard.

Wu Mingxiao's pupils constricted, and he wanted to step forward to stop her.

This woman wasn't trying to kowtow at all; she was trying to commit suicide!

But she had shown no signs beforehand, and her movements were extremely swift; it was too late for Wu Mingxiao to intervene, and he could only watch as she slammed her head violently against the floor.

*Puff. *

Her forehead collided with the ground, yet it emitted a soft, muffled sound.

A layer of protective True Qi had extended to the floor at some unknown moment, cushioning her head.

Li Miao tapped her with his finger.

"What's going on? You've managed to hold on until now, and now that you're rescued, you want to die?"

The woman did not lift her head.

She merely squeezed a sentence out from her throat.

"An old acquaintance is present; I am ashamed to cling to life."

"Hmm?"

Li Miao raised an eyebrow and turned his head to look at Wu Mingxiao.

Wu Mingxiao hurriedly waved his hands and shook his head; even the mosquitoes in the military camp were male—as a greenhorn from Qi and Lu, where would he have met a girl from Jiangxi?

Thus, Li Miao turned his head back and asked suspiciously.

"Are you talking about me?"

Unexpectedly, the woman actually answered.

"Yes."

This made Li Miao even more puzzled; he raised a hand, lifted the woman's face through the air, and observed her carefully.

This woman had been imprisoned in the Huang Manor for a year; her face was covered in scars, there wasn't a shred of flesh on her entire body, the skin on her face was stretched tight over her cheekbones and coated in a layer of filth—even her own mother might not recognize her.

But Li Miao never looked at appearances when recognizing people; he looked at their bone structure. After studying her carefully for a long while, he really did vaguely see some clues.

"Escort?"

The woman replied calmly.

"Yes, long time no see."

Li Miao tilted his head back, let out a long breath, and then laughed.

"It really has been a long time."

He finally remembered the woman's name.

Zhao Ying.

The survivor of the first vendetta Li Miao encountered when he first entered the Jianghu, the daughter of the target of Mei Qinghe's revenge, the Young Escort Leader of the Tiger Might Escort Agency, Zhao Ying.

To be honest, if it weren't for the fact that she was among the first group of Jianghu people Li Miao met when he first walked the Jianghu, and her connection to Mei Qinghe, he might not have remembered her at all.

But now that he remembered, Li Miao understood why Zhao Ying wanted to commit suicide.

It was nothing more than the words "grace" and "grudge," entangling and tormenting her.

Unable to face herself, it was better to just die.

Li Miao twisted his fingers and said nothing.

Beside him, Wu Mingxiao's gaze wandered left and right, his eyeballs rolling around, not knowing what kind of story he was concocting in his mind.

Zhao Ying also hung her head in silence.

The courtyard fell silent.

After a long while, Li Miao finally broke the silence.

"After that day, did you not go to investigate your father's affair?" ===== CHAPTER 491 =====