The air was thick with a pungent, fishy smell. After what seemed like an eternity, the sound of even footsteps broke the silence, rousing Gu Nuannuan from her thoughts. She stared blankly at the soldiers in armor before her, and leading them was none other than the third uncle of the Prime Minister's mansion, now the Generalissimo, Gu Wu.,Gu Nuan Nuan clenched her fists tightly, her nails digging into her palms. The pain restored a bit of rationality to her, and she struggled with all her might, finally managing to break free. But as soon as she did, she stumbled and fell to the ground.,Those who cherished me have passed, and as for myself, I will not live alone just because I am warm.。