Born at Noon, a Century Ago

Wusheng had read plenty of fantasy stories to pass the time. She would often forget them as soon as she finished, never imagining that something like this could happen to her. But unlike the protagonists in those books, she had no idea why this change had happened to her. She did not even know whether she had died completely and been reborn in the present, or whether she had still been clinging to life and someone had saved her. All Wusheng remembered was the searing pain of being stabbed in the lower back from behind, and the warmth of blood flowing out of her body. She had forgotten where she had been attacked, and why she had appeared at the spot where she now stood. Why did she have an iPhone she could never afford? And why was she dressed head to toe in clothes whose brand she did not know, but could tell at a glance were expensive...