When Su Nian woke up, her knee hurt as if someone had hit it with a brick.
No, not "like" - just photographed.
She looked down and saw that she was kneeling on the cold marble floor of a room, her knees were bruised, she was wearing a thin and translucent nightgown, and her hair was wet and stuck to her face. Opposite is a huge floor-to-ceiling window. There is a heavy rain outside the window. When the lightning strikes, her face in the mirror is reflected - delicate, pale, with a tear mark at the end of her eye.
This is not her face.
