Ye Qingxin once imagined her first time; it should be a very beautiful memory, lying on a white bedspread, her long hair spread out across the bed.
A white bed, black hair, what kind of beauty would that be? Just thinking about it is enchanting.
The man who would share the passion with her is also the one she loves deeply, willing to dedicate his life to her.
Yet, all of this only exists in beautiful imagination.
In the end, Ye Qingxin found herself overwhelmed and fainted, losing consciousness.
——
When she woke again, it was already noon, the sun outside shining fiercely, bringing a bit of warmth to the originally damp and cold room.
Ye Qingxin immediately got up from the bed, but even such a simple movement made her tremble with pain, feeling as if her body had been crushed, bones separated from flesh.
"You're awake."
A slightly cold voice reached her ears, making Ye Qingxin realize what had happened.
