Lin Yue opened his eyes and saw a blinding white.
She subconsciously raised her hands to cover her eyes. What her fingertips touched were soft sheets, and the faint smell of disinfectant lingered on the tip of her nose.
This is... A hospital?
She sat up suddenly, her heart beating wildly, and her mind was in chaos.
Isn't she already dead?
Memories came flooding back, and the final scene was fixed on Fu Han's cold eyes and Shen Shiyu's proud smile.
She was lying on the hospital bed, breathing weakly, and the cold ticking of the equipment could be heard in her ears.
Fu Han stood by the bed and looked at her condescendingly. His voice was cold and biting: "Lin Yue, you are finally going to die. Do you know? I have been waiting for this day for you for a long time."
She opened her mouth, but no sound came out. She could only watch Fu Han turn around and leave, his back determined and ruthless.
At that moment, she finally understood that her three-year marriage was nothing but a carefully designed revenge.
Fu Han married her just to get revenge on Jin Sijue who raised her.
His true love has always been Shen Shiyu.
And she is just a pathetic pawn.
Full of regret and unwillingness, she closed her eyes and her consciousness gradually blurred.
But now...
She looked down at her hands, which were white and slender, without any trace of pinholes.
She touched her face again, it was smooth and delicate, not sickly pale.
What's going on?
She suddenly opened the quilt and stepped on the ground with her bare feet. The cold floor shocked her.
