Murong Goose opened his eyes suddenly. The dazzling sunlight shone in from the dilapidated window lattice, and the air was filled with the smell of musty and hay. She subconsciously wanted to raise her hands to rub her eyes, but found that her limbs were as heavy as lead.
"Hiss..." She took a breath and tried to sit up, but was interrupted by a severe headache. Countless unfamiliar memory fragments flooded into my mind - the simple palace walls, the complicated ritual vessels, the scholars in robes, and the short and depressing life of a girl also named "Murong Goose".
This is not her body.
