Thunderbolt Travels Through the Book and Becomes the General's Wife Who Has Lost Her Memory

Heavy rain poured down outside the window, and thunder exploded in the night sky. I was sitting in front of the computer typing the latest chapter of the romance plot. As soon as my fingertips dropped the last word, the dazzling white light instantly swallowed my field of vision. The eardrums were roaring and the world was spinning. In just a moment, the lights, keyboards, and screens of the modern world all disappeared. Instead, there was a cold and soft brocade quilt, and the simple incense wrapped around the tip of my nose. My whole body felt as if I was soaked in cold water, my head was dizzy, and my limbs were sore and weak. I opened my eyes suddenly. With its carved bed top and light gauze tent, the antique room is quiet, elegant and completely unfamiliar. "Miss! You're awake!" A familiar and unforgettable voice suddenly sounded. My pupils shrank suddenly and I turned my head stiffly. The girl kneeling beside the bed had red eyes, fear on her face, her eyebrows, expression, and voice - she was clearly my best friend in real life. He is the one who stays up late chatting with me, corrects articles with me, and spends countless days and nights with me. My heart skipped a beat and I subconsciously raised my hand to touch her. But the next moment, she bowed her knees respectfully, with tears in her eyes, and her tone was completely full of the fear of an ancient maid: "Miss, you are finally awake! You made a mistake the day before yesterday. When I entered the lotus pond in the mansion, I was unconscious and had a high fever. I was really scared to death! The imperial doctor said that you were in great danger. Fortunately, God blessed me, and you finally woke up! " My fingertips were frozen in the air. Strange names, strange tone, strange attitude. The way she looked at me was pure respect, worry, and caution, without any familiarity, slapstick, or tacit understanding of a good friend in reality. She doesn't recognize me. At this moment, I was completely confused. I am a full-time novelist in the 21st century. I have written countless stories about time-traveling love and hate, court intrigues, and generals' affection. But I never thought that this kind of plot that only existed in my writing would really hit me. A thunderstorm turned everything upside down in an instant. Am I wearing a book? No. It's me who has traveled to a real ancient world. Replaced the general's wife who fell into a coma and almost died. And my only best friend in reality is actually the maid who has been serving me personally in this life. However, her memory was cleared. She only recognizes the "general's wife" in this world, but does not recognize the "me" in the modern world. Thousands of words are stuck in my throat, sour and panicked. I dare not say that I have traveled through time, I dare not say that I am in a different world, and I dare not say that I know her and that we are close friends across time and space. If you tell me, you will only be regarded as crazy, and falling into the water will hurt your brain. I suppressed the surging emotions in my eyes, pretended to be weak, frowned slightly, and said in a hoarse voice, "I... I can't remember a lot of things." The little maid panicked instantly: "Miss! What, what are you doing? Can't remember clearly? " "It seems... Falling into the water hurt my head." I lowered my eyes and said in a confused tone, "There are a lot of things, I can't remember anything." I pretended to have amnesia. This is my only protective color at the moment. It can not only explain my sudden change in temperament and strange behavior, but also cover up my soul that does not belong here. The maid was so anxious that she burst into tears. Just as she was about to speak again, there were steady and low footsteps outside the door. It is neither slow nor slow, but it carries with it a compelling pressure. The door was gently pushed open. A tall and slender black figure walked into the room against the light. Her black hair is tied up in a crown, and she wears cold jade on her waist. She is dressed in a court dress that makes her shoulders wide and waist narrow, and her posture is like a pine tree. His facial features are deep and cold, his brows and eyes are covered with frost from years of fighting, his temperament is cold and indifferent, and he should not be approached by strangers. He is surrounded by a chilling aura that no stranger dares to approach. He is a man of high rank who has been on the battlefield for a long time and holds military power. In this life, my husband - the current general of the country, Shen Yanci. He walked steadily to the bed, his eyes fell on my pale and weak face, his voice was low and cold, without any unnecessary emotion: "How do you feel." There was no gentle concern, only a calm inquiry. Alienation, indifference, restraint. I raised my eyes and looked at him. Having written countless stories about generals and soldiers, I can understand them at a glance. He is a typical cold-faced God of War, taciturn, deep, tolerant, restrained, not flirtatious with women, and does not indulge in love. And I am his wife in name only. I heard that the original owner was timid, cowardly, and gentle. She had been married to him for a long time. The two of them respected each other like "ice" and had no warmth at all. I clutched the quilt tightly, pretending to be ignorant and weak, and repeated what I said just now softly: "General... I seem to have lost my memory." Shen Yanci's dark and deep eyes condensed slightly. Those calm eyes finally stirred up a very faint wave. He looked at me quietly, his eyes were deep and unpredictable, as if inspecting and exploring. "Amnesia?" The word fell, low and long. I nodded slightly, with just the right amount of confusion and timidity in my eyes: "After falling into the water, all the past events were blurred. I don't remember everything in the house, and... I don't really remember the general." The air was silent for a moment. The maid next to me was so anxious that she didn't know what to do, and kept explaining the strange things about me falling into a coma after falling into the water and waking up with amnesia. But Shen Yanci remained silent. He looked at me steadily, his eyes heavy, as if it was the first time he took a serious look at this lady who shared the same bed but was a stranger to me. In the past, she was meek, timid, cautious, and tolerant of everything. When I woke up today, my eyebrows were still beautiful, but there was a completely different freshness, magnanimity and strangeness in my eyes. It's nothing like before. He pursed his thin lips slightly, and for a long time, he said faintly: "It doesn't matter." "If I can't remember, I will write it off again." A very light word, but it inexplicably fell into the bottom of my heart. My heart trembled slightly. I am an outsider with a modern soul, and I am alone in this strange general's mansion. My best friend is beside me, but she doesn't recognize me. The road ahead is vast and life experience is uncertain. Only this cold-faced general has become my only fetter in another world, and it is also the fateful entanglement that I cannot escape or avoid in the long years to come. I have written about thousands of love and hate, deep-seated love. But I didn't expect it—— My exclusive love affair started with this thunder through the book.