My head was buzzing, like someone had stuffed a ball of water-soaked cotton into my head.
Yun Duo opened his eyes and stared at the blinding crystal chandelier on the ceiling, stunned for several seconds. She was familiar with this lamp. It was described in the bloody novel she read last night - it was a standard fixture in the living room of the wealthy Su family, and one lamp was equivalent to a year's salary for an ordinary person.
"I'm..." She sat up and pressed her palms on the smooth and cool silk quilt. The touch was frighteningly real.
A strange room, big enough to play badminton. A blurry figure was reflected in the glass door of the cloakroom. He had messy hair and red and swollen eyes. He was wearing a wrinkled nightgown and looked miserable as if he had just cried.
Memories are like a flood that has opened and poured into my mind.
Su Yunduo, eighteen years old, was the fake daughter of the wealthy Su family for eighteen years. The paternity test results came out a week ago. The real daughter Su Wan has been found and will be taken home soon. The original owner couldn't stand the stimulation and cried and made trouble for several days. Last night, she rushed to her parents and made a fuss, calling Su Wan a "bastard". As a result, Su's father slapped her back to the room and ordered her to shut up and think about her mistakes.
And then... Then this girl was probably so angry that she fainted from crying while lying on the bed. When she opened her eyes again, she was the social animal of the 21st century who died suddenly after staying up late.
