Chu Qianli had not woken up.
Her consciousness was still trapped in the abyss.
Why did her senior sister want to kill her? Why be so heartless?
Why didn't her senior brother believe her? What could she do to prove that the person on the WeChat account was really her?
The 21st century felt very distant to her now, so much that it seemed a bit blurry.
Yet Long Xiyue was slowly drawing nearer to her.
At this moment, she felt as if everything in this era was the real thing to her.
She craved familial affection, for a mother, for a father.
She didn't want to be an orphan anymore.
The emotions between men and women, not good, not at all.
Apart from hurt, there was only more hurt.
Always being wounded, always being entrapped.
What Feng Yexuan, what Beiming Country, what Empress of Longteng, she actually didn't want any of it.
She just wanted, wanted a mother.
Could Long Xiyue, who had taken over this body, also possess this body's mother?
Even if just for one day.