像纨绔世子妃一样的经典穿越小说

我站在那片荒凉的原野上，四周都是黄土， nothing but the wind howling through the dry air. My feet sink into the soft earth with every step, the dust flying up as I move. The sun is setting, painting the sky in hues of orange and pink, but there’s noone in sight. Just the wind, the sand, and the emptiness.

I squint my eyes to see if I can make sense of what I’m seeing. There’s a village somewhere in the distance, but it’s completely hidden from view. The villagers are gone, all of them. No one is coming back. I can’t believe what I’m seeing. There’s nothing else.

I pull my cloak tighter around me, shivering at the cold wind that’s wrapping around me like a second skin. My heart races as I start to run, my boots crunching through the dry earth. The villagers must have been here once. They must have come to this place for a reason. But why are they gone now?

As I run, I feel something shift in the air. A strange presence, like the scent of something both sweet and bitter. It’s not the smell of burning anything, but it’s something else altogether. My stomach turns, and I can’t look away. There’s a faint trail of something, a faint movement in the distance.

I stop running, my heart pounding in my chest. I turn around, and my eyes widen. There’s someone. A woman. She’s wearing a long, flowing robe that sways in the wind as she moves. Her hair is a mess, her face is drawn, and her eyes are filled with something I can’t quite name. But I know it’s not love.

She’s looking at me, her gaze locked on mine. There’s no way out of here. No one to help me. I can’t run anymore. I look down at my hands, and I see a small, white cloth tucked into my cloak. It’s the only thing I have with me.

“Go. Run. Now.” The woman says, her voice cold and sharp. I don’t know what she is, but she doesn’t need to tell me twice. I turn and run, my face etched with the memory of her face, her voice, and the smell of her hair. The villagers will never come back. Not unless I find a way to make them. And I don’t know how.

The wind howls through the dry air as I run, the dust flying up from my feet. The sun sets lower, painting the sky in hues of orange and pink. The village is still hidden, but I don’t care. I don’t need to see them again. I just need to run, run as fast as I can, and never look back.