She helped a mute girl who was drowned by her family to open her eyes at the bottom of the cold river. She used the three-legged cat kung fu she learned to break free from the rope and let the truth surface; She recognized the edible grass roots and led the family until the relief food arrived; she was also a dancer who was poisoned by jealousy. She danced gracefully on the eve of her death and performed an amazing song, cleverly "jumping" the poisoner's evidence of guilt before the eyes of the nobles. Every time she traveled through time, she had to live like that person, feel their fear, their unwillingness, and then use her accumulated or improvised skills—perhaps the swordsmanship learned during a certain mission, or the recipe memorized during another possession—to pry the seemingly indestructible stone of destiny. She became more and more skilled, and under her face with red lips and white teeth, there was the silence of Qianfan's passing. Her eyes only shine when she plays the "other" because that is a clear "mission"; once she returns to the pale cubicle in the God Room, she is just Lin Xi, a woman who smiles lightly and talks less and less.
Her guiding spirit, Xiao Qi, finally pushed a brand new mission file in front of her one day. The file photo showed a twelve-year-old girl with a ponytail and a childish face but prematurely dusty eyes. Address: Wuming Noodle Shop in an old alley in the west of the city. Xiao Qi's voice was unusually tight: "This time... It's different. The mission target is Lin Xi yourself."
Beautiful 🤩very well written