The touch of cold satin awakened Shen Changning, and she opened her eyes suddenly.
There was dazzling gold in front of him, and the golden bed curtains hung down, and every inch of silk thread was entwined with fine spiritual light, flickering indistinctly.
The spiritual light was so weak that it was almost undetectable, but it stubbornly blocked out all sounds from the outside world, making the entire space so quiet that it seemed like it had been pulled out of time.
An indescribable feeling of suffocation instantly surged in her heart.
This is not an instinctive reaction of the body, but the intuition trapped here, like an invisible and luxurious net, covering her airtight.
She tried to move her fingers, but they were slender and weak.
This body is not hers.
In her previous life, even though she was in a cage, she could still feel the flow of spiritual energy from the world around her, and even be aware of the veins of the forbidden formation.
But now, she only felt that her body was heavy, and her five senses were trapped and blurred by this soft luxury.
All she could hear was her weak heartbeat, and what she felt was the slow flow of her energy and blood in her meridians, just like the slow breathing of a mortal.
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
