林婉感觉自己像是被困在一只巨大的蜘蛛网里，黏糊糊的，到处都是。她动弹不得，只能本能地扭动脖子，想看看这是哪儿。眼前还是一片漆黑，不过好像比刚才亮了点，像蒙着一层脏污的窗纸，透着些微弱的光。

“痒……头好痒……”迷迷糊糊中，她又开始发痒，这次好像更清晰了，是头皮。她使劲蹭了蹭，也不知道蹭到的是枕头还是别的什么，反正好像有点用，痒感缓解了那么一点点。

“唔……”她哼唧了一声，意识稍微清醒了点。 memory like fragments started flooding back, like old photos yellowed with time. The cold, hard ground beneath her, the sharp scent of death lingering in the air, and the face staring down at her with cold, merciless eyes. A face she had only seen in nightmares.

It was the black lotus, Mrs. Black Lotus, her own mother-in-law by marriage. She remembered the chilling cold of the iron钳 in her hand, the crushing pressure on her throat, the way the life was slowly squeezing out of her, like a drowning person gasping for air. The last thing she remembered before everything went black was the sneer on Mrs. Black Lotus's face. She had wanted to kill her, just like that. A traitor, a witch.

“咳咳……”林婉猛地咳嗽起来，喉咙火辣辣的疼，像是被烧红的炭烫过。