Reborn, Du Yuyan sat bolt upright with a sudden whoosh. The moment she opened her eyes, a wave of dizziness washed over her, and she toppled toward the ground.
She flailed both hands, trying to keep her balance, but her body wouldn't obey. In the end, she crashed hard onto the floor. A shard of broken glass pierced her palm as she braced herself, and it stung with a prickling pain.
She shut her eyes, gritted her teeth, and pulled out the glass. Blood immediately welled up and ran between her fingers to her elbow, staining her gray-blue sleeve a deep purplish red.
...A gray-blue sleeve? When had she ever owned clothes in such an outrageously tacky color?
