A 15-16 year old boy wearing a white robe, his skin was white and his face was dull, as if he hadn't slept in a while. His black hair was messy and reached his waist. His eyes had no hopes, as if he wasn't worried about anything and just wanted to die. Looking at his clothes, it seemed he was from a big family.
He had a knife in his hand, which was stained with blood, and blood was coming out of his neck, changing the color of his white robe. It seemed as if he had committed suicide just a few minutes ago.
At the same time, the boy's body was shaking, as if he was trying to breathe. He slowly stood up, placing his left hand near his neck, his messy black hair in front of his eyes. He moved the hair with his hands, and right in front of him was a large mirror in which he could see his body from head to toe.
While the boy looked at the mirror, he thought, "I am a girl, this is how girls have hair." No, I don't have boobs.
After that, he looks at his neck and realizes that his blood is still flowing.
He thinks, "If this blood continues like this, I'll die."
He cried loudly.
Someone please help me.
Help me. Then a servant came running from a distance, her clothes gray. When she saw him, she was surprised. "Young lord, how did this happen to you?"
After a few moments,
In a large, hall-like room with about four tin rooms, the room's decor seemed to resemble something out of historical Chinese culture. Right in the middle of the room was a large bed on which rested the body of a 15-year-old boy. A bandage was tied around his neck, and his white robe was still stained with blood; the blood flow had stopped.
Right in front of him sat a middle-aged woman who looked at least 20 years old. Her white hair was messy, and her dark blue eyes were brimming with tears, falling down her white cheekbones.
Just then,
the boy opens his eyes.
He wonders,
How did I get here?
Have I entered the body of a stranger?
And so injured that I would have died if I hadn't been called for help.
Why was he killing himself?
Just then, a voice filled with sobs reaches his ears:
"Feng Lin!"
Son, Feng Lin, "Are you okay?"
Her voice was filled with pain.
Feng Lin, who is this, and who is this bathing in front of me?
Then his mind starts to race, and he remembers some past memories.
Oh, I got it. Feng Lin is the name of a boy who died some time ago, but I came into his body, and this is his mother.
"Feng Lin, what happened to you? Are you in pain?"
His mother says:
"No, I'm okay now.
Well, where am I, Mom?"
"Hey, why are you talking?" "Yes, your wounds won't heal."
And yes, you're in my room right now,'
his mother says.
Just then, a doormat appears, and from there, two middle-aged men and a blond-haired boy, about 16 or 17 years old, appear, very active. One of the middle-aged men looks dull and dejected, as if he's lost everything. He was wearing a white robe.
The other one looks very happy, and his body exudes pride. He was also wearing a white robe.
This is the elder brother, named Lord Fang Qinxuan, and he's the head of their clan. The other one is his younger brother, the second elder of the clan. And the young boy's name is Fang Qing, who is the leader's second son. Fang Qing says worriedly, "Young Brother, what happened to you?"
Fang Qing thinks to himself, "Well, it's good, at least one rival is gone."
Feng Lin's father, Fang Han Bo, says somewhat disappointedly, "The ancestors have ordered that the Awakening Ceremony will be held tomorrow, and all the clan's youngsters must participate in it so that a new Master can be crowned."
But Feng Lin is still injured.
Feng Lin's mother worries that if Feng Lin runs away tomorrow, he will be killed easily.
"We must do what the ancestors have said."
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Alex, wake up quickly. It's 9:00 and you're still asleep. Don't you have to go to college?
Alex opens his eyes quickly and looks at his roommate. Then he realizes it was all a dream. I thought I had transmigrated.