The Growth History of the Reborn Queen

Wu Nuanxin looked at the gray ceiling blankly, and her first reaction was that hell is so poor, no wonder they have to burn more paper money. But when she struggled to sit up, she was frightened by the familiar place in front of her. Yes, she was frightened. It was the room where she had been when she was 5 years old. A shabby bed, shaky, as if if she pressed harder, it could completely kiss the ground. There was also a small table. What she hated most was that table, with three legs, which often made her fall while doing homework. The familiarity of all these things scared her. Wu Nuanxin wanted to hug herself. She wanted warmth, but she wanted to scream. Wu Nuan didn't know...