A bowl of hot tea was poured on my face, causing me to open my eyes suddenly.
"Miss! You are finally awake!"
Luzhu's face enlarged in front of my eyes, her eyes were red, as if she had just cried. She was still holding a tea bowl in her hand, and the water stains flowed down from my cheeks, down my neck and into my collar.
I raised my hand and touched my face. It was so hot that it hurt, but I didn't feel aggrieved. I just felt that something was wrong.
Where am I?
I sat up, the carved bed frame beneath me so familiar that it made my heart ache. There are rosewood bedposts and lotus colored curtains, and the celadon pillow that I used for more than ten years in my previous life rests on the bedside. This is the Tingyu Pavilion in the backyard of the Shen Mansion. It was the boudoir where I lived for sixteen years before leaving the pavilion.
But I'm obviously dead.
I remember the bitter taste of the bowl of soup, the sharp pain in my abdomen, and Mrs. Lin standing in front of the bed with a gentle smile on her lips, saying softly: "Yunshu, don't blame mother, you blocked Xuerou's way."
Those were the last words I heard before I died.
"Miss?" Luzhu's voice was filled with tears, "Don't scare me. You suddenly fainted just now. I kept calling you for a long time and you didn't wake up. Then I spilled the tea..."
"What day is today?" I interrupted her, my voice too hoarse to be my own.
"It's the eighth day of October, what's wrong with you, miss?"
