Reborn as Granny Liu: Baoyu Falls in Love with Me

When I opened my eyes, I was lying on a hard wooden bed. Above me was the familiar thatched roof, with sunlight filtering through the gaps and casting dappled spots on the floor.

Wasn't this the ramshackle house I'd lived in when I was sixty?

I sat bolt upright. My joints cracked, and I looked down at my rough hands, covered in calluses. Memories surged over me like a tide. I clearly remembered dying peacefully at the Jia mansion at the age of eighty-three.

“Grandma, it's time to get up!” came my daughter's voice from outside. It was Qing'er, my daughter who had died young.

Trembling, I reached up to touch my face. I felt...