Hualing woke up in a daze, finding herself lying on a bed crafted from fine begonia wood. The front framing and headboard were carved with phoenixes, while the hanging eaves and crossbars featured delicate openwork carvings. Pink gauze curtains hung around the bed.
The curtains blocked her view, and Hualing could not see outside. She felt as though she had not died—neither Black nor White Impermanence had led her across the Naihe Bridge, nor did she remember drinking Meng Po Soup. Hualing pinched herself with her slender fingers.
"Ouch!"
Chapter 31