“I” was reborn, returning to the body of six-year-old “me” in the 1990s.
[The Nineties + period setting + reborn + play the pig to eat the tiger]
When my late parents appeared before me again, “I” knew that perhaps Heaven had given “me” another chance to live my life over.
Facing familiar people who drain me dry and traps that are impossible to guard against,
even with advance knowledge of how things will unfold, how can a six-year-old child turn the situation around? How do I win this uphill battle?
A 28-year-old soul in a six-year-old body.
Stories always say that transmigrators get a System and a golden finger.
I got neither.
How am I supposed to turn this around?
At every complicated turning point in history, the only thing “I” can do is go with the flow and cherish everything lost and gained in life.
Author's note: I enjoy writing stories about everyday life, and hope that these warm, healing words can build up strength for both me and my readers. I hope you enjoy them.
I'm so old mentally, but I still feel speechless when I do some stupid things.