第八章 这婚必须离

慕清 waking up, found herself in a different place entirely. She blinked hard, trying to clear the fog from her vision. The bed she lay on was covered with dry, comfortable sheets, a stark contrast to the rough, moldy rags she had been used to before. As she sat up, a throbbing headache reminded her of the rough journey she had undergone. She remembered being abandoned by her family, left to die in the middle of nowhere. But now, she was in a cozy room with walls painted a soft blue, a large window letting in the morning light, and a wooden wardrobe standing proudly against one wall. "Where am I?" she mumbled, pushing herself up and looking around. The room was simple but elegant, with no signs of the poverty she had known. She walked to the wardrobe and opened it, finding a variety of clothes inside, all neatly folded. Suddenly, the door opened, and a man stepped in. He was tall and handsome, with a cold, distant air about him. His eyes were a deep shade of blue, and his hair was dark and well-groomed. He was wearing a black robe that seemed to accentuate his muscular build.