Biting cold.
Feeling of suffocation.
My back bumped against something. Hard. With edges.
The rough hemp fibers rubbed against her cheeks, itching and stinging with grit. An earthy smell penetrated into the nasal cavity, mixed with the vague, rust-like smell of blood.
She is being dragged.
This realization came to mind clearly.
No screaming. No struggle. Su Qian just huddled quietly in that small space, like a piece of discarded dead wood.
Pain?
The dull pain in the back of her head, the burning sensation in her throat, the soreness of her limbs as if they were falling apart... These feelings came like a tide, but were pushed back by something colder and harder deep in her brain.
Fear?
Doesn't exist.
A CEO of a top agricultural technology company who died suddenly from overwork, what else is there to be afraid of? She had already experienced death once. Now this is considered a renewal at most.
At this moment, fragments of memory that did not belong to her, like a poisoned knife, pierced into her mind.
"Dirty substitute!"
A man's voice. Cold, mean, full of unabashed disgust and rage.
Wedding night. The whole house was in red. Wearing that dazzling wedding dress, she was pushed in front of him like an exquisite but useless doll.
He is Xiao Jue, the God of War Prince of the Dayan Dynasty.
She is the substitute for Bai Yueguang and Wen Ruoxue that he can only ask for.
