Late at night, the night sky is filled with countless stars.
"Hiss—"
Jiang Shishuang took a sharp intake of cold air, rubbing her somewhat swollen neck, and slowly began to regain consciousness.
At this moment, the suite is only lit by a small campfire, the flames burning bright, producing a soft crackling sound.
Ye Huan sat cross-legged beside the fire, "Awake?"
"Mm."
Jiang Shishuang felt her head heavy, struggling to sit up.
Recalling what happened before she fainted, her mood was very low, and she sighed deeply, not blaming Ye Hu'an for knocking her out.
Back then, she was truly too irrational.
Crashing to death, could that really change the outcome of the hairpin being swapped?
Only by staying alive can she catch the "swap artist," retrieve the hairpin, and avenge!
With a darkened face, Jiang Shishuang thought, flipping over the bedding, she grabbed the hairpin next to her and made a motion to snap it!
But at this moment, her expression changed drastically!
