The sharp pain in my throat made me open my eyes suddenly.
The feeling of poison burning through my internal organs still lingered in my mind. I gasped for air, but found that my throat no longer hurt, and the air that filled my lungs was fresh, with a faint scent of sandalwood.
I knelt on the futon, my knees aching from the hard wood.
In front of you is the mourning hall. White flags hang down, cigarette smoke lingers, and the tablet in the center reads "Queen Xiao's position." The Queen Mother's Spirit Tablet.
My hands are shaking.
It's not fear, it's the instinctive reaction of the body still confirming that it is alive after crawling back from death. I looked down at my hands - they were white, tender and slender, not as skinny as they were in the last few months of my previous life. The nails were clean and black, not stained by poison.
This is the spring of my sixteenth year. The third day after the death of the queen mother.
Memories come flooding back. In my previous life, I was kneeling here crying until I almost fainted, and it was at this moment that Lin Wanrou came over, supported me hypocritically, and handed me a handkerchief. The veil was stained with chronic poison, which would seep into the bloodstream after three months of skin contact. The symptoms were exactly the same as depression. I don't know about her past life, I just assume she has good intentions.
"Sister."
The voice came from behind, soft and concerned.
My whole body tensed up, and a layer of cold sweat broke out on my back. It was this voice, the last voice I heard in my previous life. She stood in front of my bed holding poisoned wine, with a gentle smile on her face, and said, "Sister, it's time for you to hit the road."
Lin Wanrou was wearing a plain white dress with white flowers on her hair, looking very pitiful. Her eyes were slightly red, and she looked at me with worry. If you don't know what's under her skin,
