Regaining consciousness again, Su Li felt an unfamiliar discomfort in her body, particularly in her chest.
With even the slightest emotion, her heart pounded violently, as if it couldn't wait to break free from her body.
This was followed by rapid, labored breathing...
The experience was quite novel.
Only then did Su Li recall the original owner she saw in Chaos, whose face was pale, lips and nails tinged blue and purple, seemingly congenitally brought from the womb with a weak heart.
A woman in her thirties, whose ferocious and resentful expression was occasionally laced with innocence and deep confusion.
She should have been a carefully sheltered flower in the warm house, entirely oblivious to why the world could be so filthy.
But now this frail body was hers, along with the original owner's merit and resentment.
So be it.
Su Li moved her fingers slightly, and the blue-purple tinge along the fingernails gradually faded to a lustrous pink, quite pretty~
