A Waste of Good Years

In the chaos.

Zhao Shuning felt that she had become very light.

Her body floated in the air.

She opened her eyes in the chaos. As far as she could see, there was only pure white.

"Where is this place?"

Zhao Shuning's head hurt.

Her body was cold.

In the distance, a girl walked towards her apologetically.

She said, "I'm sorry. It was my mistake that caused you to suffer."

The young girl looked at Zhao Shuning with her clear eyes.

Zhao Shuning could only ask, "Who are you?"

Who I am is not important. What is important is that what happens next, you might find it hard to accept. You just need to keep this in your mouth and don't make any noise.

Zhao Shuning took the round bead like object.

"Why should I believe you?"

"Because I'm the only one who knows that you're from five hundred years in the future. Your name is Zhao Shuning, not Luo Xiyan."

Zhao Shuning was surprised.

"You are?"