My Four Miraculous Treasures

Chapter 372

Apparently so. There was no escape.

Willow pulled two chairs together to form an improvised cot. The handsome mahogany wood was unobstructed by any sort of cushioning or upholstery. The bare wood was cold and hard... but it was still better than sleeping on the floor.

It was spring now, but the nights were chilly all the same.

Willow laid herself down upon the cold, hard wood, with no blanket to cover herself with.

Her skin prickled with gooseflesh as the chill seeped into her, icy tendrils reaching all the way down to her bones. Unable to fall asleep, she got up and walked around, rubbing her arms to restore some warmth in them.

This sort of worked, at first... but then she just kept getting colder, and she was also starving and weary. Dizzy with hunger, she struggled even to draw breath.

She sat down on the chair, leaned back, and remained perfectly still, in order to conserve energy.

In this way, she managed to last through the night, until the faint rays of dawn's light arrived.

By that point, Willow was near death from cold. Ravaged by hunger, she no longer had the strength to even rise from the chair.

and was dazzled by morning sunlight. She blinked several times, trying to get her eyes

slept a wink, the whole

Even her thoughts seemed sluggish. Because she was so cold

stood up, opened the door, and left the private gallery. She was greeted by a

to see anything. Now that

high walls, too smooth to scale without a ladder. The walls were topped with a row of spikes, their

walls would probably be

and orderly with red and purple tulips in full bloom, their fragrance spreading upon the morning

that much could not be denied. No wonder the housekeeper

her current circumstances, she was in no mood whatsoever to appreciate any sort of

tried the back door again. It was still

and eventually she caused enough commotion that

in polite greeting, "You

Willow frowned. "Where's Jasper?"

"He's still sleeping."