Splash, splash
Splash, splash
The sound of trickling water rang in her ears, while an alluring fragrance drifted into her nose. Warm light shone across her face and body, making her feel languid, blissfully comfortable.
Song Chenxi loved this feeling so much.
Heaven knew how much she loved the sun.
Because of an illness rooted in her since birth, her body had always been terribly sensitive to the cold. The scorching summer was still bearable, but when snow fell thickly in winter, her whole body would turn icy cold, as if even the blood inside her were about to freeze into icicles—even though she loved a world blanketed in ice and snow.
Where is this? Song Chenxi wondered inwardly.
This must be hell, right? Am I dead?
I never imagined hell would be like this. One moment it's covered in snow, with white flowers blooming; the next, birds sing and flowers bloom, and springs tinkle.
Song Chenxi was somewhat reluctant to open her eyes.
She was afraid that everything she heard and smelled was false, merely an illusion. The moment she opened her eyes, the hideous faces of the evil ghosts she had seen in the Buddhist painting The Chart of One Hundred Ghosts Suffering might suddenly appear before her.
"Chenxi."
Someone called softly beside her ear, and the voice sounded incredibly familiar.
Every muscle in Song Chenxi's body tensed, and her hair stood on end.
These evil ghosts are too crafty. They're actually pretending to be Li Mu Yang's voice and talking to me. How did they know I like Li Mu Yang? It must be because I accidentally let something slip. What should I do? What should I do? What if they keep speaking to me in Li Mu Yang's voice and I can't stop myself from answering?