Lin Xingzhu had a dream.
In the dream, the floor was covered in large patches of blood, bright red and glaring, flowing from a pale wrist like blooming roses that withered in an instant at their most brilliant moment. The intoxicating scent of the flowers hadn't fully faded when it was swiftly consumed by fierce flames.
The air around her was scorching, shockingly hot.
She vaguely thought that the person waiting to be burned in the intense fire was herself, but even upon waking, she didn't feel the pain of being on the brink of death.
Lin Xingzhu rubbed her head and sat up in bed.
She frowned, feeling that this dream had a strangely familiar quality.
Yet, this dream of witnessing someone else's death was something she had never encountered before.
Suddenly, her brow furrowed deeper.
Lin Xingzhu hesitated, as if she remembered having seen this scene somewhere before.
She referred to it as a scene rather than a dream because she suddenly recalled that, just before dying, she seemed to have glimpsed this moment through a hazy vision—brief and too blurry, like the disorientation one feels just before collapsing.
Last night's dream was clearer than what she had seen when she first opened her eyes in this world, but just slightly clearer; she still couldn't make out the exact image of the person lying on the floor awaiting death.
Why had she suddenly dreamt this?
Lin Xingzhu pondered whether this had anything to do with her or the original person she inhabited.
Or was it merely a dream?
In the dream, she had observed from a distance, witnessing the person about to be burned in a pile of blood, and it gave her a peculiar sense of dread.
It was too strange.
Lin Xingzhu rubbed her brow, deciding to set the thought aside. Perhaps it was just a bizarre dream. It was ridiculous to try to find logic or clues in dreams, as if this were some sort of cultivation fantasy.
She had to go to work today. Jiang Yeyu was still too afraid to go out after what had happened previously, so Lin Xingzhu reminded her a few more times before closing the door and leaving.
Generally, as long as Lin Xingzhu went to work as usual, Bai Xiying would always be in the passenger seat beside her.
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After Transmigrating into a book, I Was Played By a Black Lotus
RomanceDisclaimer~ I do not claim ownership of this story. It has only been translated and polished for reading here. Lin Xingzhu has been transmigrated into a Book. She found herself in an action romance novel as the cannon fodder coveting the main charac...
