I opened my eyes, and what I saw was red - cheap red cloth, a wedding dress that had been washed white, and a jade pendant in my hand with the word "Gu" engraved on it.
Wrong.
Didn't I just work overtime and change the plan? After staying up for three days in a row, before I finished the last cup of coffee, my vision went dark——
"The bride is awake!"
A high-pitched female voice blasted in my ears. I turned my head and saw a round face, full of flesh, with melon seed shells still stuck to the corners of the mouth. This woman was wearing a suit of silk and satin clothes that were neither earthy nor foreign, and she was staring at me like she was looking at a monkey.
"Oh, I thought you were going to faint." She clapped her hands and shouted outside, "Groom, your wife is awake!"
There was a burst of laughter outside the door.
I wanted to stand up, but my limbs were so weak that they felt like they had been beaten to the bone. I looked down and saw that these hands were white and thin, with calluses on the knuckles from years of holding swords, but they were definitely not mine.
Who I am?
My name is Liu Qingci, 28 years old, the operations director of an Internet company, and died suddenly while working overtime.
But now——
