This series features a highly unstable female lead; please review the tags before continuing.
The summer rain came down suddenly, thick and sticky, carrying a suffocating, oppressive heat.
Drip.
Drip.
Raindrops fell continuously on the surface of a black umbrella. A tall, slender woman holding the umbrella ran into a lavish, sprawling manor.
She kept running forward, the rain soaking her shoulders, but she paid it no mind, heading straight for the manor’s Viewing Lake.
The rain grew heavier, and the woman’s gaze was drawn to a girl in the distance.
Beneath the misty curtain of rain, by the lake, was a girl in a white dress. She sat in a wheelchair, holding no umbrella, letting the rain drench her body.
It was as if she didn’t feel the dampness of the rain. She just moved her wheelchair slowly toward the lake. It looked strenuous; the wheelchair moved very slowly, very gradually. The area around the Viewing Lake was covered in many pebbles. The wheelchair caught on a stone, and the girl fell uncontrollably to the ground.
But she didn’t rest because of this brief moment of pain. She just dragged her body, step by step, closer to the water’s edge.
It was as if the lake was some kind of final destination for her.
Cen Lingqiu didn’t have time to think and ran forward.
Yu Mingjiao was in a lot of pain.
Everywhere hurt.
The burn on her palm, soaked by the rain, had already started to fester. Bloody water trickled onto the white pebbles, and the slightest touch sent a piercing pain through her.
Her eyes hurt too.
So cold.
So painful.
When would this chaotic suffering ever end?
It really hurt so much.
Yu Mingjiao looked at the lake water so close to her, her eyes numb and calm.
As if fulfilling a long-awaited wish, she ignored the pain in her body. Because her legs had no feeling, she could only use her elbows to support herself, moving forward in a wretched state.
The rain showed no sign of stopping. Too much rainwater had gotten into Yu Mingjiao’s eyes, turning her eye sockets red. She was miserable and couldn’t resist the urge to rub her eyes with her mangled, bloody hands.
Suddenly, a pair of cold hands grasped her wrist.
In that instant, the rain falling on her body stopped.
“Don’t rub your eyes with your dirty hands.”
