Hu Yannan walked into the room, and the two young maids immediately bowed, “General!” Hu Yannan nodded, walked to the bed, and looked at Shan Xiaoya, who had been unconscious for three days and nights. That day, he had been quite harsh; even a healthy man would not have survived such torture, let alone a delicate woman like her. She was lucky to be alive. Thinking of her stubbornness and pride, he unconsciously frowned…
Shan Xiaoya felt her head splitting, her bones seemingly scattered and powerless. She alternated between feeling like she was in an ice cave and a furnace, uncomfortably hot and cold.
Her entire body was in pain, and the slightest movement felt like being crushed by a thousand chariots. She wanted to open her eyes but could only helplessly drift in darkness. She wanted to cry out but found no strength to make a sound. The feeling of helplessness made Shan Xiaoya unconsciously shed a tear.
Hu Yan Nan saw the tears on her face, and his frown deepened. An inexplicable heartache arose. He asked the elder standing nearby, “Lin, the medical officer, when will she wake up?”
The old man stroked his beard and respectfully said, “General, at the latest, madam will definitely wake up by tomorrow night.”
When Hu Yan Nan heard the word “madam,” an inexplicable tremor passed through his heart. He nodded and walked out…
Shan Xiaoya breathed through her nose, uncomfortably moving her arm, wanting to change positions. Unexpectedly, moving triggered her back wound, causing intense pain. This pain brought her consciousness back. Recalling the dungeon, she wondered if she had reached hell. Urgently opening her eyes, she saw familiar yet strange surroundings. This seemed to be the bridal chamber from that day. Had she not died? How was this possible? No! If she had died, she wouldn’t be in such pain and suffering.
Shan Xiaoya blinked, the light still before her eyes.
She was certain she wasn’t dead and this wasn’t hell, because hell wouldn’t have light. Being alive felt good, even if her body hurt. Being alive meant having hope, right? She still had something important to do: finding a way back. This place wasn’t suitable for her. When she returned, she would live freely and true to herself, not as helpless as now.
