The document from the R Country bank slipped from Ji Xiaosong's fingertips, carried away by the night wind deep into the lavender field.
She suddenly pressed her temples as a sharp pain exploded from deep within her mind.
Fragments of memories suddenly appeared in her mind.
In a daze, she felt that she was supposed to be a blade of grass.
But the thought was absurd. She was a person, perfectly healthy. How could she be a blade of grass?
Ji Xiaosong shook her head, trying to cast the thought from her mind.
"What's wrong?" Huo Chen immediately noticed something was amiss.
Ji Xiaosong wanted to say she was fine, but found she couldn't make a sound.
"Xiaosong!"
Huo Chen's cry of alarm grew distant. She saw the jade bracelet on her wrist glowing, not from the reflected moonlight, but with a soft green light shining from within.
"Look out—!"
Huo Chen tackled her to the ground. A bullet grazed his shoulder, kicking up a wave of purple blossoms in the lavender field.
