PRISON LIKE MANSION
A maid opened the door and brought a tray of warm food. She politely said, "Miss Han, your breakfast is ready. Please enjoy."
"Don't want to," Han Luo curtly replied. Her voice was cold and distant.
Everything was white. She stared at the scenery outside the window. White snow covered the trees and mountains. She was sitting on the windowsill and looking outside with a bored expression. She had no hunger. The smell of the food was making her irritated.
"But Miss Han, you didn't eat anything for seven days. How can you live with only drinking water?" The maid was quite worried. She cared more about her job than this new mistress she was serving. If she couldn't make her new mistress eat the meal, she might lose this well-paid job. 'What did I ever do to deserve this?' she cursed her fate in her mind.
"…" Han Luo stayed silent.