Dream of the Red Chamber: Xifeng Reborn

Outside the Temple of the Prison God. A desolate, snow-covered wilderness. Wang Xifeng's soul floated weightlessly in midair, watching helplessly as her once meticulously dressed and carefully tended body lay lifeless on the freezing snow, like a discarded rag doll. The coarse yamen runners casually fetched a tattered mat. Their movements showed not the slightest pity, as if they were handling the most ordinary business. They even muttered things like, "What bad luck," their faces full of disdain. Wang Xifeng hovered above them, so furious her eyes nearly burst. She wanted to shout, to roar