Xu Yimeng opened her eyes and froze. This wasn’t water. It was cloth, and an iron bed. A wave of dizziness washed over her, and her memories came rushing back. So she was the lost heiress of the Xu family, and the orphanage director had said someone would come take her home today. She was really
looking forward to it. It had to be more fun than being a turtle, where all day long she had to listen to people make wishes: some wanted promotions, others wanted to get rich. The Bodhisattva hadn’t lied to her. She really had been granted a chance to experience life in the mortal world. Heh. This was awesome. Delighted, she climbed out of bed, gathered her things, and said goodbye to the orphanage director.
