When Su Yan woke up.
She found herself in an abandoned temple.
The surroundings were in ruins.
The statue of Buddha had also lost its paint, covered in cobwebs.
Half of the temple's main door was broken.
The other half that was hanging was rusty, not far from breaking.
As she raised her hand, she touched the straw beneath.
Her lips were chapped, and her stomach was twisting in pain.
Caused by days without food or water.
However...
Su Yan looked down at the clothes she was wearing.
The rose embroidery was vivid.
The cuffs were quite textured.
The pink hem flowed out, a fine silk garment.
Her hands were smooth and slender, clearly not used to hard work.
This body did not fit with this temple.
Instead of understanding her original self,
What she cared more about was being hungry.
At least to eat and be full first.
Supporting herself against the wall, which was constantly shedding its peeling paint.
She stood up.
In this temple, there wasn't just her.
