In the capital city in November, there were only dead branches left in the lotus pond.
Lin Xiaomeng was awakened by a biting chill.
"Plop——"
The cold pool water poured in from her mouth and nose, and she struggled instinctively. Her fingers clung to the blue bricks of the pool wall. The pain of broken nails made her chaotic consciousness instantly clear.
This is not her rental house on the sixteenth floor.
This is water.
It's mud.
Someone was pushing her into the water.
"Lin Wan'er, you, a daughter of a concubine, are worthy of your brother Xiao Xiang?"
