Chap 8
495 Words
I had no idea what kind of medicine he had made me take, but just a few minutes later, the pain in my right shoulder faded, the heaviness pressing on my chest slowly lifted, my blood flow felt more smooth, and my strength gradually returned.
After lying down for another half an hour, I could finally sit up. I reached for my right shoulder and lifted the blood-stained fabric of my clothes. A beautifully engraved seal character—"Ngoc"—was clearly visible on my fair skin.
If his intention was to make sure I’d remember him, well… he succeeded.
Now, the only thing I could do was pray—pray that he wouldn’t, on some dark and stormy night, suddenly remember there was still a fresh flower he hadn’t picked (me), then leap through my window, shove me into a sack, and carry me off to some abandoned temple…
I crawled to the lake’s edge and scooped a handful of cold water to wash my face.
Wait—who was this reflected in the water!?
It was a very young face. Though the features bore about sixty percent resemblance to mine, they were still soft, unformed—just like me ten years ago.
I stood up and looked down at my body. Thin arms and legs, a flat chest barely developed—this was the figure of someone who had only just started puberty!
In an instant, I was shocked for the third time.
Countless fragmented memories flashed through my mind, and I slumped down by the water, stunned.
Two hours later, I was forced to accept one undeniable truth: Ngoc Luu Uyen wasn’t some escapee from a mental hospital. I wasn’t delusional either. The security guard’s panicked shout on that luxury cruise ship really had triggered a transmigration!
Maybe the original me had already fallen into the Pacific Ocean and become shark food, while my soul—like an indestructible cockroach—had stubbornly traveled across time and space, now residing in the body of this teenage girl.
At most, I was thirteen or fourteen now. Skin-and-bones thin. A scrawny little monkey with long limbs.
Speechless.
After the initial shock, I resignedly looked up at the sun and decided to head west as Ngoc Luu Uyen instructed—to see what kind of world I had ended up in.
As I walked, I cursed him the whole way. That damn flower thief. That rotten p*****t. Calling me his woman—and he didn’t even leave a single coin behind!
But after I finished ranting, I just felt annoyed. What was I expecting? He was a flower thief after all! Why would he have any sincerity? People like that only cared about one-night stands!
A free one at that!
Why would he leave money!?
I walked and walked, out of the maple forest, onto a wide main road. The sun was setting in the west when I finally reached the gates of a city.
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