That night, Lin Yuan tossed and turned, unable to sleep peacefully.
Various images flashed through her mind: being attacked by a thug after work, being sold off by Li Feng'e to a remote village for a marriage.
Then it was Lin Jiaxin, paralyzed in bed, and the heavily pregnant Lady Liu, followed by Xia Zheng grinning wickedly at her.
Scenes since she arrived in this world flickered through her mind like a movie.
Lin Yuan rolled over in bed again and again, but just couldn't fall asleep.
The weather was sweltering, and even with the window open, she felt unbearably stuffy. What annoyed her even more was the appearance of mosquitoes, which came and went unhindered because the window was open.
Fortunately, her bed was equipped with a mosquito net, and before bed, Yin Xing and Shui Xian had specially fumigated her room with mugwort.
But as the night wore on, the scent of mugwort had long dissipated, and mosquitoes were buzzing in droves outside the net, like they were thundering.
