The early morning sunlight shines through the gaps in the green leaves and along the dilapidated window onto the dirt floor of the room.

It dispelled the silence and coldness of the night in the adobe house.

In the corner of this simple room, on a shabby wooden bed, a little girl was lying alone.

He was wearing clothes that had been washed white, and several puddings were vaguely visible on the clothes.

His hair was withered and yellow, and his face was horribly pale and thin.

What is very eye-catching is a purple-red scar on the forehead. It has not scabbed yet, and bloodshot streaks can be seen faintly.

The girl frowned, as if she had dreamed of something painful but couldn't wake up.

A few faint murmurs could still be heard faintly in the room.

When the sun dispersed the early morning mist, the whole village seemed to slowly begin to revive and become lively, with smoke rising from the roofs of many houses.

There were constant sounds of chickens crowing and dogs barking outside the door, mixed with chaotic human voices.

The girl on the bed was woken up and struggled to open her eyes, her fine eyelashes trembling slightly.

"hiss!"

She felt a dull pain from the wound on her forehead, and her whole body was weak, as if all her strength had been drained.

Jiang Qingwan was confused for a long time before she regained consciousness, looking blankly at the unfamiliar environment around her.

What can be seen is the mottled and worn mud wall.

In the small, closed room, there was only the old-fashioned canopy bed where she was currently lying.

There is only a simple wooden cabinet left, and there is no other furniture. It can almost be regarded as a bare house.

There was a wall piled with firewood and branches in the room, and it could be seen that this must be a woodshed.

At this time, Jiang Qingwan found that she was covered with a thin, patched sheet, and she could still smell a faint musty smell.

This made Jiang Qingwan frown slightly, her face full of doubts.

What on earth is this place?

Why is she here?

Wasn't she at the Jiang family's old house last night?

Yesterday, her "good father" didn't know where he got the news that she had returned to her old home.

On that very day, he took his stepmother and stepsister, who was several months younger than him, to the old house together.

He relentlessly forced her to hand over the inheritance left to her by her grandfather.

Originally, Jiang Qingwan didn't want to pay much attention to this hypocritical family. She just let them stay in the old house and not bother her.

It's just that she underestimated the viciousness of this family of three.

That night, she was suddenly attacked while sleeping in her room.

At that time, she was still slightly conscious, and vaguely heard the sound of her father and stepmother rummaging through boxes and cabinets in her room to find things.

During this period, there were constant and vicious curses directed at her.

Amidst the scolding, Jiang Qingwan slowly lost consciousness.

Jiang Qingwan touched the wound on her forehead and thought back to what happened yesterday. What did her scumbag father do to her?

Suddenly, she felt a sharp pain in her head, as if something was desperately trying to get out of her head. The pain was so painful that her head felt like it was about to explode.

She clutched her dry and yellow hair tightly, pressing her temples, and the veins on her hands popped out.

The splitting headache lasted for several minutes and then slowly subsided.

After feeling a little better, some unfamiliar fragments kept flashing through Jiang Qingwan's mind.

After the headache completely disappeared, Jiang Qingwan slowly relaxed her body that was tense due to pain.

She stretched out her hand and touched the cold sweat on her forehead, digesting the extra memories in her mind that obviously did not belong to her.

After more than ten minutes, she finally sorted out the messy memory fragments.

She opened her eyes suddenly, revealing a pair of peach-blossom eyes, as bright as the stars with shimmering light, clear and agile.

If anyone had seen her at this moment, they would have noticed that her eyes at this moment did not match her thin and pale face due to malnutrition.

Jiang Qingwan lowered her head and looked at these skinny and rough hands.

These are no longer the delicate and white hands that I have maintained.

There were a lot of calluses on these hands, and they were as skinny and bloodless as the hands of mummies. There were also many small wounds and scars on the hands.

After a long pause, Jiang Qingwan realized it clearly.

This is not her body!

She actually traveled through time!

The Jiang Qingwan of that world is dead!

Died in the bedroom of the Jiang family's old house!

She died at the hands of her scumbag father and vicious stepmother just to steal the inheritance from her own hands.

But now this body belongs to a thirteen-year-old girl, her name is also Jiang Qingwan.

It's just that few people call her by this name, and most people call her Jiang Daya.

This little girl named Jiang Qingwan was bullied by her second uncle's cousin yesterday and had her head smashed. She was also maliciously pushed into the river in the village.

Later, although he was rescued by a passerby in time, he went back to Jiang's house.

But because there was no one to take care of her at home, she was frightened and had a high fever in the middle of the night. The poor little girl died quietly.

And she who died in the original world was reborn in Shangwan Village, a remote village in the south, and became Jiang Qingwan, the thirteen-year-old eldest daughter of the Jiang family in the village.

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This article is set in a parallel world, and all fictional settings serve the plot.
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