Today is the last class before summer vacation. Yao Yue packed her schoolbag and was ready to rush out of the classroom as soon as the bell rang.
She went back to her dormitory, packed her bags and left the school gate, waiting for a taxi on the side of the road. At this moment, a Santana staggered over like a wild horse, so that before Yao Yue could see the world for the last time, the car ran over her.
After an unknown amount of time, Yao Yue opened her eyes from the coma, feeling pain all over her body as if a car had run over her. By the way, the car had just run over her! Yao Yue reached out and touched her face. Her skin was tender and smooth, but she always felt that something was wrong. She turned around and saw that she was sleeping on an antique bed. There was a pink curtain hanging vertically from the top, and she was covered with a smoky blue floral quilt.
Yao Yue moved her sore body, stretched out her hands to hold her ears and hair, ah! Why are my hands so small? They feel like the hands of a ten-year-old baby.
Yao Yue saw the bronze mirror on the dressing table, and immediately put on the pink embroidered shoes beside the bed and rushed to the bronze mirror. She saw a blurry figure of about ten years old in the mirror, with skin as creamy, pink mouth, curved Liu Yue eyebrows, and big, hopeful eyes looking at her blankly.