When Ling Chuxi gradually regained consciousness, she only felt waves of dizziness and pain. But what really surprised her was the surrounding scenery.
Where was this place? Ling Chuxi sat up and looked around her, completely stunned. The moment she sat up, a worn-out handkerchief fell from her forehead. What was this? Ling Chuxi doubtfully picked up the old and worn handkerchief. It was a little wet, as if it had been placed on her forehead before she woke up.
Before she could think about it, a bird's cry interrupted her thoughts. Ling Chuxi raised her head and looked at her surroundings. She was currently at the lakeside, surrounded by a forest. This Lake was not very big. However, she clearly remembered that there was no lake at the place where she and Huangfu qingjue had separated.
