My real name is Xu Ruyin, and I was originally a writer of ancient novels on the Internet in the 21st century. Unfortunately, when I was 23 years old, I got a terminal illness, but fortunately, I had nothing to worry about. My parents died young, and my grandmother raised me alone. My grandmother's heart was not very good. Three years ago, I sent her off for the last time in the hospital. I think, in this world, how miserable I am and how lucky I am. Not long ago, an ancient novel I just finished was very popular among netizens on the Internet. He thought he was going to become famous, but when he was a little famous, he found out that he had a terminal illness.
My doctor told me that there are no curable cases of this disease in the world so far. Later, I decided that I wanted to leave this world quietly. I chose to go to the seaside and end my life.
When I woke up, I was dumbfounded. There were many people around me, all of whom were ancient people, but I only had the body of a six-year-old girl. I said "Holy shit" on the spot.
Later I found out that the owner of my body was called Liu Biyin. I thought the name was really nice at the time. I thought that God must be taking pity on me, a poor bastard, and giving me a chance to be reborn. My father was a civil servant in the Eastern Jin Dynasty, and the Liu family was a big family, a truly scholarly family.
I grew up here day by day until...
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