The Hairpin's edges dug deep into her delicate skin, leaving blood-red marks.
Endless fear and despair became sticky hands, dragging her down into hell.
Just then, Li Zi's bewildered voice came from the doorway.
“How did you end up like this? Why is your Cultivation still at the Qi Refining Stage? Is living in a farmhouse your new hobby?”
For a moment, Ran Zirou thought she had misheard.
She lifted her tear-blurred eyes. When she saw Li Zi in the doorway, the shock stopped her tears.
"What are you doing here!"
Her face went pale with alarm.
When Li Zi found Ran Zirou at the address the system had given her, she could hardly believe it.
In the original story, Ran Zirou's skin was so tender it seemed a pinch could squeeze water from it. The slightest pressure left blue and purple marks on her dewy skin.
Skin like that suited an NP novel perfectly. Men couldn't keep their hands off her, and each one fell at her feet.
Spoiled by the adoration of all those men, she had grown delicate. She had to travel in the most luxurious, comfortable flying craft, and only the finest food, clothing, and lodgings would do.
But now she lived in this shabby little house. Though the bedding had been washed spotless, the mattress was a single stiff layer.
The fabric was coarse, nothing like the pampered woman who, in her previous life, had slept only on the finest celestial silkworm silk.
Li Zi looked around. The room was bare, its tables and chairs old and marked where insects had gnawed them.
"Me? I came to ask you for something. But Junior Sister Ran, you look awful. How did things get this bad?"
No, she really didn't understand!
Hadn't Ran Zirou been reborn?
Didn't