Mo Qianxue drifted alone in a shower of flowers and reached out to catch, but unexpectedly, the flower rain suddenly became bitter wind and chilly raindrops.
In the while, then, it turned into a blizzard.
So cold!
She ran and ran and ran...
Not far away, she found—
There was a man spinning and flying up and down in a green forest, his body extremely lithe in agility and shifting into another direction upon slight touch against branches or leaves. He was in black, emitting overbearing air of sword which cut off all the branches and leaves before it.
A girl watched him on the side and wiped out his sweat with a handkerchief after the man finished.
Mo Qianxue stopped her footsteps and regarded them, but their faces just couldn't be seen clearly. What was prominent was the sweet chemistry between them.
"Cousin, you must be tired from practicing for such a long time."
"Xue, as long as you're here, I'm not tired of doing anything."
"Stop it... You're making me shy... I won't talk to you..."
"Yes you will! When aunt and uncle-in-law come back with triumph, I'll officially make a proposal and settle down on our marriage..."
As the girl in her dream turned around, Mo Qianxue's heart plunged into the depth of a icy lake. She saw crystal clear that the girl was herself.
In shock, she hurried forward, trying to figure out everything.
However, she was standing right before their eyes, but they just couldn't see her. Why did they only have each other in their eyes?
She was both in coldness and fluster!
Suddenly, the girl turned to and smiled at her, and her body seemed to float into the girl's body. As the two mixed into one, she no longer felt cold, but when she turned to look at the man, she stunned.
He was exactly the man she had met in the daytime—Feng Yuchen?! In that instant, her heart was so sour and bitter.
The uncontrollable feeling instantly took possession of her heart and veins.
Momentarily, the scene changed. All of a sudden, she sat in a carriage, followed by masked assassins holding swords and chasing after her.
The scene of being chased in her dream was ten times more dangerous and fierce than the real one having taken place in the snow land.
However, this time, there were no Ning Shaoqing, Asan and Awu. The driver was an old nanny, and sitting with her in the carriage were a few servant girls.
The ones protecting beside the carriage was a team of rider-guards with armors and swords.
From behind came the protuberant murderousness, "Go to hell...kill them...anyone who killed the woman in the carriage shall be rewarded big..."
Her guards collapsed off the horse one after another, rolling to the ground and paving it with fresh blood all over the land.
In the whistling wind, the leaves twirled and the horses clattered along...
The old nanny was shot by an arrow and fell to the ground, fighting desperately with the chasing masked assassins. The few servant girls also knew martial arts and protected her to retreat step by step. The old nanny spat a mouthful of fresh blood, "Lady, leave here..."
"Kill..." The eyes of masked men in black turned red, "Kill all of them..."
The servant girls were stabbed by their swords, "Lady, take care..."
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The Lady's Sickly Husband
RomanceTransmigration? A Chong Xi Marriage? Sickly husband? How worse can this get? Mo Qian Xue now lives in a soddy, destitute, small house with broken furnitures. The grass had grown wild and unruly from lack of proper care. The rice pot in the kitchen...