Voltando para 1976, vinculando a loja de departamentos, ganhei pra caralho!

“Big sister, are you alright? Boohoo... Please don’t die!”

The six-year-old girl’s tears fell like beads slipping from a broken string, her sobbing heart-wrenching. Her face was pale and waxen, her frail body seeming as if a mere gust of wind could topple her.

She Yuqi thought she was dreaming.

Instinctively, she reached out to touch the little girl’s pigtails. The girl’s eyes sparkled, and her crying ceased.

“Sis, you must be hungry. I’ll go find you something to eat.”

The little girl hopped over and closed the door behind her. Only then did She Yuqi begin to take in her surroundings.

The thick quilt covering her was patched so many times they were countless. Her clothes were tattered and faded white from repeated washing, the cotton stuffing poking through.

The earthen walls were plastered with yellowed, old newspapers. A strong musty smell filled the room, heavy with the weight of time.

Curious, She Yuqi gingerly rose from the earthen bed, ignoring the pain in her neck. On the windowsill stood an old-fashioned round mirror.

In the reflection, her large eyes, pert nose, and delicate features were perfectly balanced, especially those doe-like eyes—clear and pure. When she smiled, two small dimples appeared on her cheeks.

The only flaw was the bandage wrapped around her fair neck, loosely tied and seeping blood beneath, a sight that made her heart pound.

“This person looks exactly like me!” She Yuqi gasped, covering her mouth in shock.

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