Xu Jiang stared at the little girl on the paper, her heart filled with indescribable emotions. Everything that was happening was beyond her comprehension, and she had no idea how to explain any of it.
'Why has the little girl from my dream suddenly appeared on paper?'
'Where did this paper come from?'
'Why did it appear before me?'
'What on earth does this mean?'
Standing with the little girl wasn't the childhood version of herself from the Xu Family, but the version of herself from the dream. The clothes she wore were old and cheap—the kind that would never be seen in the Xu Family.
To say Xu Jiang's current mood was complex would be an understatement; she was utterly lost.
'Why is this series of events happening right in front of me?'
*
Xu Jiali looked at the paper Wen Ying handed her. Drawn on it were two little girls.
When she saw the two little girls' faces clearly, Xu Jiali broke down, tears streaming down her face.
