Siheyuan: An Eleven-Year-Old Orphan Repairs Machines and Mends Hearts

The monitor's continuous wail and my children's cries still rang in my ears. When I opened my eyes again, I was an eleven-year-old orphan, curled up beside another version of myself in a shabby twenty-square-meter room. My memories had barely finished merging when I felt utterly drained. In my previous life, I repaired machine tools and built a stable life. In this one, I was starting out at an orphanage. First, I needed to catch my breath, then get a feel for this courtyard.