“Princess, wake up. Princess, wake up. Princess, wake up…”
Nan Mo, lying in bed, frowned slightly. Her rosy lips pursed as her slender hands groped about blindly, trying to find the life demanding source of the noise.
After some effort, she finally grabbed a phone. Acting on instinct, she tapped at it randomly until the alarm stopped.
She slowly opened her eyes and saw a princess bedroom of nearly one hundred square meters.
To the left of the bed stood a huge floor to ceiling window. Sunlight filtered through sheer white curtains and spilled across an entire wall display cabinet opposite the bed. The cabinet was neatly lined with rows of luxury handbags arranged from dark shades to light.
On the right side of the bed sat a cream colored European style sofa set. On the coffee table rested an exquisite fruit tray filled with fresh fruit.
Who am I? Where am I? Have I been reincarnated?
She looked at her hands. They were clearly the hands of a young girl. What did that mean?
She lifted the blanket and got out of bed, her bare feet stepping onto the soft cream wool carpet.
She had only taken one step when a flood of unfamiliar memories surged into her mind. The pain made her crouch instantly and grab the bed to keep from falling.
After five or six minutes, she finally understood her situation.
She had transmigrated into someone else’s body.
Nan Mo, the current sole heir of the Nan family.
The reason she was now the sole heir was that ten days earlier, her parents and older brother had all died in a plane crash.
The pitiful original Nan Mo had locked herself in her room after receiving the news, barely eating or drinking, neither crying nor speaking.
Struck by overwhelming grief, the original Nan Mo had followed her family in death. The one now standing in the room was Nan Mo, who had been coaxed here by the King of Hell.
At that moment, Nan Mo’s mind was filled with a hundred curses.
Where were the promised living parents and harmonious family?
Where was the promised… well, the wealthy background was true, and she had loving parents. They just happened to be gone now.
Thinking of this, she hurried into the bathroom according to her memory, wanting to see what she looked like.
The face in the mirror was exquisite and breathtaking. Her skin was fair and smooth like fine jade.
Her large eyes were moist and bright yet held determination. Beneath her high nose bridge were soft pink lips. She looked ninety percent like her original self, only more refined and delicate. It was like a beautified version of her former appearance.
She nodded in satisfaction and thought to herself, This body’s conditions are excellent. Since I am occupying it now, I should live well.
“What is this…”
In the mirror, she noticed the jade pendant hanging at her neck.
In her memories, this pendant had been given to her by her mother on her eighteenth birthday. It had also been her mother’s coming of age gift at eighteen.
It had been passed down through generations in her grandmother’s family and would only be removed after marriage.
This plot felt strangely familiar, as if something deep in her memory had been awakened.
Nan Mo felt puzzled. Her brows drew together slightly as her gaze locked onto the mysterious pendant.
She instinctively reached out and carefully held it in her hand.
Up close, she could clearly sense the faint aura it emitted and its unique texture.
She examined it closely. Its surface shimmered with a soft glow, dazzling like stars in the night sky.
The pendant was shaped like a droplet, smooth and rounded, with intricate patterns carved across it. The lines intertwined to form a mysterious design.
Nan Mo gently turned her wrist, letting the pendant shift angles under the light, trying to uncover more hidden secrets.
But in the blink of an eye, the scene suddenly changed. Her vision blurred, and in the next moment she found herself standing in a completely unfamiliar place.
She steadied herself and looked around. Behind her stood a small wooden house that radiated an ancient, rustic aura.
A delicate bamboo fence encircled the house. The bamboo had been cleverly woven together, forming a barrier that was both sturdy and beautiful.
Green vines and colorful little flowers climbed all over the fence.
“This is… a space?”
She pushed open the small gate in the fence and saw a well in front of the wooden house.
A well? Could it be a spirit spring? Were not all novels written like this?
She slowly walked to the well, lifted the bucket beside it with some effort, and tilted it. Clear water poured smoothly into the bucket.
Once it was full, she carefully set it down, bent over, cupped her hands around the rim, and took a small sip.
The moment the water entered her mouth, a crisp chill spread through her body, like mountain spring water flowing down her throat.
As that coolness spread inside her, the headache caused by her lack of rest over the past two days gradually faded, replaced by an indescribable sense of comfort and ease.
Amazed by the well water’s magic, she could not help drinking a few more mouthfuls. Suddenly, a sharp pain twisted in her abdomen. She collapsed to the ground, cold sweat pouring from her as the pain grew so intense she could not even groan.
Yet Nan Mo was not afraid. She expected that spirit spring water would cleanse and transform her body.
Pain once was inevitable. She had just not expected it to hurt this much.
Thinking this, she lost consciousness.