A Teenage Girl Has a Nightmare

When I opened my eyes, I was briefly confused about where I was.

The creaking bed, the cobwebs clinging to the window frame, the small oil lamp in one corner, and traces of ink.

It was a guest room at the post station.

‘Had I dozed off and just woken up?’

It was still dark outside, so I couldn’t tell how long I’d slept.

“Ugh……”

This wouldn’t do. I’d develop a spell to stop menstruating as soon as possible.

‘They say you can live for over a thousand years once you reach the Nascent Soul stage. Should I just enjoy this moment?’

I opened the door to get a drink of water.

“Ziqing, do you have any—what is this?”...