I swallowed the piece of cake, and after three breaths, my heart felt like it was clenched by a hand. Pain until suffocating, then tinnitus, dizziness, and inability to breathe. My mother rushed in and hugged me, her tears falling warmly on my face. But my father just stood at the door, watching me struggling with no expression on his face.
I will always remember that look.
That's not the fear and sadness a father feels when he sees his daughter dying. It was a kind of peace like accepting the results. It seems that after waiting for a long time, I finally waited for this moment.
Then I died.
Then I woke up.
When I woke up, there was still a sweet and suffocating feeling from the sweet-scented osmanthus cake in my throat. I sat up suddenly and my forehead hit the carved bed frame, which made me grimace in pain. The candlelight in the room was dimmed, and a celadon bowl was placed on the rosewood table, with steam still rising from the rim.
That's the calming soup I drink every night.
My hands shook. Looking up at the bed curtain, it was blue gauze. It was newly replaced last year and before the haircut ceremony. I was nineteen years old when I died in my previous life, and this bed curtain was changed when I was fifteen.
I am born again.
That's when the system came into being.
It appeared in my mind like an ice mirror, with lines of cold words appearing on the mirror:
"The Bright Heart Mirror system has been bound to the host Shen Yunzhao. System function: Real-time display of other people's emotional value and favorability towards you. Value range: -1000% to 1000%. Red represents hostility/murderous intent, green represents friendliness/closeness, and yellow represents neutrality/no feelings."
I stared at the caption on the mirror, with only one thought in my mind: This thing can help me survive.
