Li Feng

Qing Yue floated in a world of tranquil and serene atmosphere. A large field of medicinal herbs and plants spread out below her as above, fluffy clouds and delicate flying creatures like White Cranes and Light Flies circled around.

But Qing Yue wasn't moved by their beauty.

She was too focused on controlling her body that was as light as a feather.

With a little gust of wind, she floated the other way and landed on small grey-white cotton? Yep, cotton...

She raised her head and tried to make sense of her surroundings.

"Where am I? Did I already die?" It would make sense. After all, the accident was devastatingly horrific. If she didn't die, she'd be more surprised.

"At least I saved little Ran." She felt sad that both of her lives seemed to end so tragically before she even reached 20. One in the agony of poison and poisonous insects, and the other under the torment of flames and burning metal.