He walked step by step, his boots hitting the ground with a heart-shaking echo. He leaned over, brushed the blood on her lips with his cold fingertips, and struck her dying eardrum with a low voice with a hint of playful sneer:
"So... You are also a reborn person?"
"Cough... Cough!"
Su Wanwan suddenly woke up from the chaos and coughed violently. The burning pain of the poison that penetrated the intestines seemed to still remain in her lungs.
In front of him was no longer the cold floor and Su Yuerou's ferocious face, but the familiar dim light of the Su family ancestral hall, exuding the smell of old incense. She knelt on the cold blue bricks, feeling a familiar stinging pain in her knees.
"Are you awake?" A mean voice sounded above the head, with undisguised disgust, "Now that you are awake, sign this contract. Mr. Lu is still waiting for a reply, so don't delay your sister's good deeds."
