Thinking about how this was the newly installed door, and to avoid getting trapped inside the house again, she hesitated for half a second before unlocking it.
Forget it. Que Zelian had already kicked down two doors, both indoors and out.
As a door, what an innocent fate to suffer.
She decided to spare the door some mercy.
In the bathroom, Xiao Jinsheng let the warm water slide over her fingertips. Looking at herself in the mirror, she reached up and pulled at her pale cheeks.
Her heart couldn't help but marvel. Even if she'd transmigrated into a novel, the fact that the face was identical to her own was nothing short of miraculous.
Aside from the appearance, this weak, frail constitution also mirrored her former life as a fragile university student.
As the steam rose and blurred the mirror, to the point where her reflection was no longer discernible, Xiao Jinsheng let out a deep sigh.
Just an hour ago, someone's life had ended by her hand.
