Lady Lin awoke again with a dull ache in her head and a softness in her body, opening her eyes to the familiar ceiling above. She turned her head to behold the well-known arrangement of the room, and the soft mattress beneath her made her momentarily believe that she was dreaming.
This was her own room where she had lived for over a decade; she knew the placement of the furniture even with her eyes closed.
Unable to resist, she pinched herself—ouch!
She wasn't dreaming!
She was not dead; had she been taken back to the Wang Family? Recalling the last moment before she lost consciousness, she had heard Wang Yongfu agreeing to her terms, as long as she lived, she would still be his wife.
So, now that she was alive, was she, really?
Fear gripped Lady Lin's heart.
There was no one in the room, but Wang Yongfu's voice could be heard from the courtyard. Lady Lin couldn't help but listen attentively.
