There was a burning pain in my throat, as if there were countless fine needles pricking me. My whole body was so weak that I couldn't even lift my hands. There was a buzzing in my ears, mixed with vague curses and proud laughter.
Shen Qingci opened her eyes suddenly, and the dazzling light made her squint subconsciously. It took her a long time to regain her composure and see the scene in front of her clearly - a dilapidated adobe wall, the corners covered with moss, and a wooden bed covered with a coarse cloth mattress. There were several pieces of old clothes that had been patched and washed white piled on the bedside. There were several holes in the window paper, which made a rattling sound when the wind blew in. The cold wind that came in had a musty smell, which made her cough twice, and her throat hurt even more when she coughed.
"Girl! Girl, are you awake?!" A crying voice sounded in her ears, and then, a delicate face came over, with red eyes and wet tears on her face. It was her dowry maid, Wan Cui.
Late green?
Shen Qingci's pupils suddenly contracted, and her heart seemed to be tightly grasped by an invisible hand. The pain was so painful that she could hardly breathe.
