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Pain, that was all she felt. "Wait...…. Pain? " She rationalized in her head. Zhen Qing was well aware of the definite fact that she had died, it is certainly bizarre that she felt an ache. What was even stranger was that the irritation she felt was not comparable to the sensation she had before her death. She did not feel the searing pain of her lacerated flesh, no; it was merely a shallow soreness from her abdomen and slight bruising on her arms and legs.

Zhen Qing was baffled and immediately attempted to open her eyes. She struggled to unseal her heavy eyelids and succeeded after a while.

Bright lights stabbed her gaping pupils that Zhen Qing screwed her eyes closed once again. Once her eyes ceased throbbing from the sudden light she peeped out of thick eyelashes and looked to see where she was. Zhen Qing toiled to sit up to observe everything properly.

She seemed to be in a hospital room, considering that she noticed a patient monitor and a hypodermic IV stuck into her wrist. "Could it be someone helped her," she mused. However, that thought was discarded as she doubted that her skin could look so creamy and embellished with all the wounds she collected from her sister and husband.

Abruptly, the door to the room opened and a young haggard woman came in to view. When the woman looked at Zhen Qing she froze and tears sprung from her eyes. Zhen Qing watched the woman warily wondering if perhaps she knew this woman.

Her thoughts were cut short as an acute pain barraged her head and all sorts of memories flowed into her mind making her scrunch her eyebrows. Gaining all these memories she felt like the butterfly who dreamt it was human at a time, was it that she dreamt of being Zhen Qing or is she dreaming of the her right now?

"Li Qing," the woman at the door sobbed as she stumbled towards Zhen Qing, no Li Qing. Yes, that was who Zhen Qing had become, a girl called Li Qing, she had transmigrated.@@