*
When Zhu Yu Run opened her eyes, she knew something was terribly wrong.
Her round eyes stared at the "colossus" before her. For a few seconds, her thoughts stalled, her mind a complete blank.
She sniffled, only to find that her voice wasn't right.
Her eyes darted downward.
The next second, a shrill squeal echoed from the pigpen—
A woman rushed in, muttering, "What's going on? Did the sow give birth?"
Zhu Yu Run's world went dark.
Devoid of all hope, she lay sprawled on the sow's soft belly.
Until a pair of small hands picked her up.
A childish giggle followed.
"This little pig is so cute!"
Zhu Yu Run's chubby little body trembled as she writhed and squealed.
'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.
She tilted her head, stuck out her tongue, and fainted dead away.
