A bride in a bright red wedding gown sat beneath the moonlight, applying vivid red lip rouge. In the nightmare game, the sight was certainly unsettling.
What made it stranger was that the last time the Players had seen the bride in the West Courtyard, the youthful-looking woman had been crying uncontrollably with grief. Now, in the blink of an eye, she was sitting here dressing herself up.
Soon, however, Wen Wen and the others realized that the bride in the West Courtyard seemed not to have noticed their approach at all. After setting down the pot of lip rouge, she let out a long sigh, then began weeping and sniffling with a mournful expression.
The weeping bride was still weeping. Had they been overthinking things?
Although they still found it strange, Wen Wen exchanged glances with Sha Linghai and the others, and they continued toward the bride.
But they had only taken one step forward when the bride in the West Courtyard, still seemingly oblivious to their presence, rose from the stone table and slowly walked inside. She sat back down beside the bed and continued crying softly.
"Miss Bride, about that bowl of meat soup earlier..."
Wen Wen and the others were not actually servants who needed to observe the hierarchy of the household, after all. Whether they cleared the nightmare game determined whether they lived or died. To find more clues, Wen Wen, Sha Linghai, and the others hurried straight into the bride's room without giving it much thought.
Before Wen Wen could finish her question, she saw that the bowl on the nearby table was already empty.
Although the bride in the West Courtyard had drunk the meat soup, she had not fallen unconscious, and there seemed to be nothing unusual about her physical condition. Had