"Chen'er" was a heart-wrenching cry, and the rich middle-aged woman's voice was hoarse from crying beside the bed. The room was full of people, dark and full of people. The young man on the bed, his face was as white as paper, except for the slight rise and fall of his chest, and he was dying to look at people.
Luo Qiao was also in this room filled with cries. Half a month ago, she was married into the house as his wife, and she was celebrating the joy of this young man who was about to die. This was known to people.
What is not known is that on the night of her wedding, Lojo traveled from modern times into the body of a newlywed lady with a palm-sized, red birthmark on her face and a lame right leg. The original owner of the body disappeared, and the remaining memories were taken over by Lojo.
"I wonder if you are my fate or am I your savior?" Luo Qiao looked at the person in front of him whose breath was getting weaker and weaker.
The white cat's white shadow flashed into Luo Qiao's body and disappeared. Luo Qiao's body was affected by the impact, and he bowed back and stabilized. The soft milky white light overflowed from Luo Qiao's body and wrapped around Luo Qiao's body like silk. In an instant, the light faded away, and Luo Qiao was still Luo Qiao, except that the palm-sized birthmark on his face was gone. His face was as white as a transparent jade. Wearing a blooming white camellia on the temples, with blood-red ruby-shaped stamens and layered snow-white petals, delicate and soft. The ears are triangular in shape of white velvet. The eyes turned into rubies, crystal clear, and the nine long, fluffy, beautiful tails moved automatically in the wind, and the steps moved lightly, no longer looking like they were sloping. Revealing the already dignified appearance, it adds a bit of cuteness and a sense of sanctity.
