When I opened my eyes, my mouth was filled with the taste of blood.
This taste is wrong, the rust smell is too strong, and it is not something you can get by breaking the skin on your mouth. I tried to move, but my whole body felt like it had been dismantled and reinstalled, and there was pain in the seams of my bones.
Wait, didn't I stay up late at night in my rental house to finish the manuscript? I was typing furiously just a moment ago, preparing to finish the finale of my crappy novel, but why—
"Mother, are you awake?"
A timid voice came from the side. I turned my head and saw a little girl in ancient costume standing beside the bed holding a bowl, her eyes red, as if she had just cried. The material of the clothes she was wearing was extremely rough and the color was old and white. She looked like she had no status at first glance.
Empress?
I lowered my head and looked at myself. I saw a plain white tunic with a few dark plum blossoms embroidered on the cuffs. The material was fine silk. He raised his hand again, his fingers were as thin as green onion, and his nails were dyed with light pink kodan.
This picture is somewhat familiar.
So familiar.
