Lin Yue opened her eyes to a blinding expanse of white.
She instinctively raised a hand to shield her eyes. Her fingertips touched soft sheets, and the faint smell of disinfectant lingered in her nostrils.
This is... a hospital?
She abruptly sat up, her heart pounding as confusion swept through her mind.
Hadn’t she already died?
Memories surged back like a tide. The last images were Fu Han’s cold gaze and Shen Shiyu’s smug smile.
She had lain in a hospital bed, breathing weakly, with the icy beeping of machines in her ears.
Fu Han stood beside the bed, looking down at her. His voice was cold as ice. “Lin Yue, you’re finally going to die. You know, I’ve been waiting a long time for this day.”
She parted her lips, but no sound came out. All she could do was watch Fu Han turn and leave, his back resolute and heartless.
Only then did she finally understand: her three-year marriage had been nothing but a carefully planned act of revenge.
Fu Han had married her solely to get back at Jin Sijue, the man who had raised her.
Shen Shiyu had always been the one he truly loved.
She was nothing but a pitiful pawn.
Filled with regret and resentment, she closed her eyes, her consciousness gradually fading.
But now...
She looked down at her hands. They were fair and slender, with no trace of a needle mark.
She touched her face. It was smooth and soft, with none of the pallor of illness.
What was going on?
She suddenly threw off the covers and stepped barefoot onto the floor. The cold beneath her feet made her...
