Cheng Ling woke up feeling that something was amiss.
She didn't move, but carefully felt around to confirm that the room was empty before opening her eyes.
What caught her eye was a plain white canopy embroidered with butterflies and flowers. Looking up, she saw antique furniture, and she even noticed the white undergarment she was wearing, which was unlike anything she had seen before.
What had happened? A strong psychological quality forced her to calm herself down.
She felt her body, which seemed a bit weak but otherwise had no issues.
Cheng Ling got out of bed and managed to find something that could be called a mirror after scanning the room.
The mirror wasn't clear, but Cheng Ling immediately saw that the reflection showed a completely unfamiliar face.
That wasn't Cheng Ling.
She sat quietly on the chair, starting to ponder what exactly had happened.
She had definitely walked into a trap, been shot numerous times, and died—those people would never have let her survive.
