Lin Xiaoman was awakened by the sound of rain hitting the car window.
Her last memory was still in the dazzling high beams of the out-of-control truck, but now she found herself lying on a carved bed. The wet satin pajamas clung to his back, and there was a stinging pain in his forehead. When he reached out and touched the sticky blood, a string of memories that did not belong to him suddenly flooded into his mind.
"The eldest lady is awake!" Came the exclamation from outside the bead curtain, and a maid in green armor rushed in with a copper basin, and most of the hot water in the basin was poured out. "Blessed by the Bodhisattva, if you don't wake up, the old lady will ask the Taoist priests from Baiyun Temple to exorcise the evil!"
"Exorcism?" Lin Xiaoman repeated subconsciously, his voice hoarse as if he had swallowed charcoal. She stared at the shaking reflection in the copper basin - the fifteen or sixteen-year-old girl's face was pale, and the cinnabar mole between her eyebrows was strangely red. This was not her face that had been destroyed by 996 for five years. . . .
