The burning feeling came again.
I opened my eyes suddenly, and my back was covered in cold sweat. The burning pain of the flesh being licked by the flames, the crisp sound of the bones exploding in the high temperature, and the stench of burning fat and burning fat filling my nose - these feelings were too real, as if I had just crawled out of the sea of fire.
No, I've obviously been burned to death.
I turned my neck with difficulty, and the familiar yet unfamiliar bed tent appeared in my sight. The light cyan embroidered begonia flower curtains, the carved sandalwood bedposts, and the faint scent of sinking water in the air. This is the boudoir where I lived before I left the imperial court, in the east wing of the General's Mansion.
"Miss wake up! Miss wake up!"
