Yan Wushuang opened her eyes.
She felt the violent shaking beneath her and seemed to be inside a moving carriage.
"I...shouldn't I be dead?"
She tried to prop herself up, but found her body extremely weak, no, not just weak, but inherently frail.
It was as though she had lost all her martial arts skills and had returned to her state before learning martial arts.
"Is this...a carriage?"
Yan Wushuang barely propped up half of her body and realized she was indeed in a carriage rolling along and couldn't help but show a puzzled expression, "What...what exactly is going on?"
Looking at her palms, she saw that these hands were thin and withered, not the hands she recognized.
"No...before I died, I must have been very ugly... I wonder what he thought when he saw me..."
Just as Yan Wushuang thought this, the carriage door suddenly opened, and a young man climbed in.
"Xun Liuyi?!"
Yan Wushuang widened her eyes, "What on earth is happening?"
