Dual life➕technical elements➕two-way rush
When Gu Xuan opened her eyes, she saw a mottled ceiling and a thin crack in the corner, which was like the wound in her memory that would never heal.
She sat up suddenly from the bed, cold sweat running down her back. This was her room in junior high school. There were yellowed certificates on the wall and textbooks for the second grade of junior high school on the desk. She stretched out her hand tremblingly and looked at her slender fingers. There were no calluses or deep scars left by years of housework.
She was reborn.
