When Su Muyao awoke in the body of Yan Ran, even she was stunned.
"Alive, it's truly a miracle."
"Everything's fine now."
The witch doctor brewed some medicine, and Su Muyao drank it.
Since Yan Ran had previously demanded Sang Yao be buried with her, Sang Yao still stood in the room.
He stood there like a wisp of wind, unmoving, as if everything around him was irrelevant.
He probably didn't care about life and death.
When the room was empty, Su Muyao looked at Sang Yao and said, "Sang Yao, it's me."
"I won't let you be buried with me."
Though these words were Yan Ran's, the tone and manner of speaking were different.
Sang Yao instantly looked at Yan Ran, his gaze meeting hers, his heart string trembled slightly, as if in disbelief, "You... are you Miss Su?"
Earlier, when she spoke to him, he learned her name was Su Muyao.
Su Muyao nodded and said, "Yes, it's me."
"After Yan Ran's death, for some reason, my consciousness entered this body."
