No one would have thought that her childhood sweetheart, who had never disliked her dark purple eyes, and the sisters who had been together in the orphanage for fourteen years, would push her downstairs in order to revive the family.
Am I dead?
This was her first thought when she woke up. She opened her heavy eyes forcefully. What she saw was not the hell with blazing flames as she imagined, but the dazzling sunlight and the white ceiling...
Wait! Ceiling? !
A man in a white coat walked in and looked at the woman sitting on the bed.
"Who are you? Where is this?"
"Hello, welcome back to the world of Aismanjue."