Asphyxia.
In the darkness, Lin Wan's only feeling was suffocation.
The cold earth poured into her mouth and nose, carrying the rotten smell of death.
My lungs seemed to be grasped by an invisible hand. I was struggling desperately, but I couldn't suck in any air.
She is going to die.
Buried alive.
Just when her consciousness was about to sink into the abyss, a cold, emotionless mechanical voice boomed in her mind.
Bite! The vital signs of the qualified host are extremely weak...]
[The god-level praise system is being bound...]
[Binding successful! Welcome, Gold Medal Project Manager Lin Wan.
Lin Wan: "?"
What the hell?
Gold medal project manager? That was her identity in her previous life.
Now, she is just a woman who has just been transported into the body of a concubine of the prime minister's house with the same name. Before she had time to see the situation clearly, her aunt sent someone to "deal with" her.
