Qin Yining lived to the age of eighty in his previous life and died in a small three-story bungalow on Duzheng Street.
She had no relatives, and her body was discovered that night by an hourly worker who came to clean the house.
All her property was donated to the Red Cross in accordance with her will, leaving nothing behind.
Only a small copper box followed her into the earth.
When she opened her eyes again, it was August 2016, the summer vacation after her junior high school graduation.
At this time, her father was still alive, her mother was still gentle and healthy, and she had not yet met Luo Wanzhou.
With trembling hands, she touched her young and immature sixteen-year-old self in the mirror.
If life can really happen again, let me warm you, save you, and run to you again.