When Zhong Wan woke up, the back of her neck was still feeling hot.
She remembered the smell of blood filling the air as she fell. But now, the first thing that penetrates the nose is a wisp of sandalwood.
The top of the tent is cyan, and the curtain hooks are silver. The satin fabric beneath her body slid across the back of her hand, not her bed. Not her hands. Not her face.
Before she could be afraid, a strange calmness took over her. Then I realized that I was speechless.
Hong Kou circled around anxiously: "Second Miss, you don't even remember me as a slave?" Zhong Wan couldn't answer, so she could only listen.
I heard that my stepmother sent people to ask twice, and also ordered the kitchen to warm the porridge. Ting Dongtan was taken away the same day she fell into coma. I heard that my sister's letter from the palace was intercepted. I heard that the Wang family will come to confirm the appointment in three days. That person has been killed twice.
She held those words in her hands one by one, as if sorting out a thread that had not yet been untied. Then I felt a note under the pillow. My brother drew a bird in a cage.
Zhong Wan folded the note and put it back in its place. She didn't know what was tied to the other end of those threads, but the threads were already in her hands.
She stood up, walked to the main hall door, and crossed the threshold. The person behind the threshold didn't know she was awake yet. She can't speak. But she can listen, see, and wait. Will also return it.
Reading reminder:
1. The heroine is soft on the outside but cold on the inside
2. The male lead is yet to be decided, and the emotional line is slow.
3. Make up history and avoid joining the party if you examine it
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Intention: Use softness to overcome strength, hide the edge in stillness