Su Qingyu's face was pale and haggard, she beat hard on the locked door.,She hadn't eaten or drunk anything for the past three days. It was a harsh winter, and her body had already reached its limit.,Even though Su Qingyu was happy for Shen Zhao and Cheng Ruijin, her heart ached like she had been stabbed by a sharp blade. The pain made her tremble throughout her whole body.。