Ice cold.
The biting coldness spread from my limbs and bones, like countless fine ice needles, piercing deep into my bone marrow.
I opened my eyes suddenly, and in front of me was a dazzling red - the red hijab with mandarin ducks playing in the water, the red curtain with auspicious dragons and phoenixes, and the wedding dress on my body that was embroidered with complicated gold threads but exuded the smell of old camphor wood.
Memories came flooding back, with blood and despair.
Am I dead? He died under Shen Yuyao's Xuan Bing palm, died under Lu Jingxuan's indifferent gaze, and died in the carefully planned "accident" in the Yong'an Marquis Mansion. My Dantian was destroyed, my meridians were cut off, and I was thrown into a mass grave like a dog. When I breathed my last breath, the first snow of that winter was falling in the sky.
But now...
I moved my fingers with difficulty and touched the cold, hard bed beneath me. This is not my drafty side room in the Shen family, nor is it the rotten soil of a mass grave. This is... The bridal chamber?
