“My lady! My lady, you’re awake!”
A sharp, tearful cry burst beside her ear. A pair of warm, trembling hands patted her back.
Yun Qingqiu gasped violently. Cold air flooded her lungs, tearing through her with pain. She forced her eyes open, her gaze slipping past her dripping hair to settle on a puddle on the blue-brick floor.
The acrid smoke of cheap charcoal stung her nostrils.
She had survived.
The operations director, who had been working herself to the bone on a PowerPoint presentation at an internet company at three in the morning, had gone into cardiac arrest. Now she had opened her eyes in another body, one that had drowned.
Such a good book must be given five stars.