Lead-gray clouds hang low on the eaves of the Forbidden City, and broken snow is like crushed salt grains, rustling on the bronze lion of Qianqing Gate, splashing fleeting white. Lu Daye trembled all over, the biting chill penetrated from the hard bed beneath her into the bones, making her shiver violently. When she opened her eyes, she was dazzled by the bright yellow tent ceiling above her head.
"Minghuang... The decoration of this hotel is quite bold." She muttered and raised her hand to rub her eyes, but her wrist was strangled with something that hurt her. She lowered her head and saw that there was a scarlet silk ribbon a finger wide, tying her hands to the bedpost. The lotus pattern embroidered on the silk surface made her skin tingle.
This is not the express hotel where she stayed last night.
Lu Daye's brain felt like it was stuffed into a high-speed juicer, and countless fragments exploded in the chaos. A second ago, she was ordering goods in the warehouse in the back alley of the nail salon, holding a purchase list in her hand to check the latest nail polish. Suddenly, she was hit in the back of the head by a box of crystal drills rolling off the shelf. Her vision went dark and she lost consciousness. How come when I open my eyes, I go from an urban village in Guangzhou in 2023 to such an antique "kidnapping scene"?
"Woke up?"
