In my first life, I fell in love with a man named Lu Zhenqian. The moment the bullet pierced my chest, I told myself: These three words Susu and Lu Zhenqian are poisons that you must never be contaminated with.
——Simple
Her head hurt, her body was limp, and her eyelids were so heavy that she couldn't open them at all. Jian Su closed her eyes and allowed the pain to hit her body one after another.
I don't know how much time passed, but the peaceful person on the bed moved her index finger. Her long and straight eyelashes trembled slightly, and after a while, a pair of weak eyes slowly opened.
The first thing that catches the eye is a classical and gorgeous ceiling, with a European retro luxury crystal lamp hanging from it. The orange light makes the interior warm and romantic, making Jian Su feel lost for a moment.
The next moment, she suddenly woke up and broke into a cold sweat - this was not the Lu family, nor any place she knew!
The bed beneath her was comfortable and soft, even vaguely fragrant. Jian Su endured the pain and lifted the quilt, but was suddenly shocked to realize that the scarred hands in front of her were not hers!
no no--
Shaking her head desperately, she opened and closed her eyes countless times. When she opened her eyes again with the last hope in her heart, what Jian Su saw was this pair of hands that obviously did not belong to her, touching her face.
, from the eyes, to the bridge of the nose, to the pink lips, chin, hair...
Even before she saw the mirror, Jian Su was already sure that not only the hand was not hers, but the face she was holding now was not hers either!
Her eyes swept across the room, and when she touched a simple oval mirror not far away, she staggered out of bed and crawled to the mirror.
Really, not her body—
Apart from being similar in height, the woman in front of her is obviously different from the original Jian Su.
Her long hair was spread like a waterfall, and she looked slightly messy because she had just woken up. Her figure was thin, and she looked like she was malnourished. Her small face was fair and delicate, and her facial features were deep and beautiful as a whole, as if they were carefully crafted by God.
One more stroke will destroy its beauty, and one less stroke will lose its spirituality. This kind of beauty obviously belongs to two completely different styles from the simplicity of the past. The only thing that is certain is that this is also a face that is like trouble.
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Jian Su fell slumped on the edge of the mirror, holding her head in her hands. The panic, fear, confusion and confusion in her heart passed back and forth...
It took a whole day for Jian Su to digest the fact that she was reborn after death. During this period, she fell into sleep countless times, delusional that she was just having a dream about dislocation and death.
When the sunshine at noon the next day fell on Jian Su through the window lattice, she touched her belly, walked slowly to the door, and opened the door that she had not touched for a long time.