*
When Zhu Yu Run opened her eyes, she knew something was terribly wrong.
Her round eyes stared at the "behemoth" in front of her. Her thoughts lagged for a few seconds, her mind a complete blank.
She sniffled, only to realize her voice didn't sound right.
Her eyes glanced down.
The next second, a bloodcurdling squeal echoed from the pigpen—
A woman rushed in, muttering, "What's wrong? Did she give birth to the piglets?"
Zhu Yu Run's world went dark.
Devoid of any will to live, she lay limp on the sow's soft belly.
Until a pair of small hands picked her up.
Followed by the sound of a child's laughter.
"This little piglet is so cute!"
Zhu Yu Run's chubby little body trembled as she writhed and shrieked.
'Let me go! How rude! The audacity! How dare you disrespect the Da Ming Princess!'
The woman said worriedly, "This piglet might be sick. We should throw it out."
It was a bolt from the blue for Zhu Yu Run.
Her little trotters stopped moving.
