Bai Xiao opened her eyes, having just slept—or more accurately, fainted.
It was as if she had wandered around in a void.
Everything around her was shrouded in dense fog, obscuring paths and scenery alike.
Alien and icy, dead and oppressive, it was suffocating.
It was in such an environment that she sought a way out.
The lonely and indifferent surroundings felt distinctly hostile as her consciousness flickered in and out.
It was as if it wasn't her own, like a wisp of a ghost wandering in an empty world; this sensation reminded her of the feeling she had at the time of her death in her previous life. She hovered mid-air, watching Jiang Shaoqing and others handle her corpse, even dressing her up. Watching one's own funeral must be a peculiar experience.
Now, the feeling from that time seemed to be returning. Could she be dead, again?
