The shrill sound of brakes still seemed to ring in her ears as Su Xiaoman jolted awake, her chest heaving.
Wait, wasn't she supposed to be dead? That runaway truck...
Strange memories surged through her mind like a tide. She stared blankly at the yellowed mosquito net above her. Beneath her was a hard wooden bed, and the air carried a faint musty smell.
Where was she?
“Xiaoman, I'm not trying to criticize you, but marrying into the Zhou family would have been a comfortable life. Why would you try to jump into the river?”
A middle-aged woman hurried in with a bowl. When she saw Xiaoman was awake, a smile immediately spread across her face.
Su Xiaoman's head throbbed as memories that weren't hers churned in her mind. She, a business queen from the twenty-first century, had been reborn into the body of a nineteen-year-old girl from 1985 who shared her name!
