Gu Xiaoxi suddenly opened her eyes, feeling as light as air.
She looked around at the red flowers that blanketed the ground and the majestic golden palace, struggling to adapt for a moment.
Where was this?
If she remembered correctly, she should be 101 years old.
Shouldn't she be on the brink of death?
Could it be that she had already died?
Following a path, she walked towards the grand hall.
At the entrance of the grand hall, she saw her reflection in a mirror.
Delicate features, bright eyes, and snow-white skin. Her body was full of vitality, as if in an instant, she had become twenty years old.
"Please follow me," a young girl waiting outside the palace, dressed in a skirt, led her into the palace.
There was no one else around the whole way.
Gu Xiaoxi asked the girl something, but she did not answer.
The girl took her to a beautifully set pavilion, surrounded by blooming flowers, where she also saw the rare peonies.
