The moment I opened my eyes, a basin of ice water was dumped over my head.
“What are you pretending to be dead for? Madam kindly found you a match, and now you’re acting all high and mighty?”
My face was drenched. I instinctively wiped it, and cheap rouge came away on my palm. A maid in a green vest stood before me, hands on her hips, her eyes full of disdain. Behind her were a dilapidated canopy bed, a peeling dressing table, and the musty smell that filled the room.
My mind buzzed.
I’d transmigrated.
And I’d become that unlucky character who got killed off after just three chapters.
“Are you going to say something or what? Cat got your tongue?” The maid reached out to twist my ear.
