"Hiss!" Chu Xingyue felt a sharp pain in her head before she even opened her eyes.

A memory that didn't belong to her rushed into her mind: a little girl with the same name as her, also named Chu Xingyue. She didn't have a mother or father in her memory; she lived with her maternal grandparents, including her maternal grandfather Chu Qian, maternal grandmother Su Jin, aunt Liu Nuoling, older cousin Chu Yunzhi, second cousin Chu Nanzhi, and a younger cousin Chu Jiaojiao.

The little girl didn't seem to have many useful memories, perhaps because she was too young to remember things.

"Hurry up, hurry up, or we'll be in big trouble when Chu Sanniu comes!" A little boy with a buzz cut grabbed something and ran off, followed by a string of little boys who ran off in a flurry.

A little girl with two pigtails lay next to the stone pier, her forehead smeared with blood.

The calls of "An An An An" gradually became clearer in Chu Xingyue's ears as they drew nearer.

The small, calloused hand trembled as it touched her face, and Chu Xingyue could sense the person's cautiousness through the trembling hand.

The cries gradually turned into sobs, "Ananananan... I just went to the outhouse, Grandpa~ Grandma, come quick, there's so much blood, so much blood, waaaaa~" The little girl cried and turned her head to call out to those behind her.

Not long after, I heard hurried footsteps approaching.

The person picked up Chu Xingyue and ran off. The faint smell of sweat from his broad chest filled Chu Xingyue's nostrils; she couldn't say she liked it, but she didn't dislike it either.

A man's voice came into my ear.

"San Niu, quickly go and call Xu Da to our house."

"Okay, I'm going!" And with that, the little girl dashed off like the wind.

"An'an, it's okay, it's okay, Grandpa is here, it doesn't hurt," came the man's gentle, comforting voice.

"What happened? What's wrong with Grandma's flesh?" Chu Xingyue struggled to open her eyes a tiny crack.

I could vaguely make out a kind-looking woman with her hair tied up at the back of her head with a silver hairpin, and a pair of plain silver hoop earrings on her ears. She was clearly a neat and clean person. Next to her was a man with a square face, deep eyes, thick eyebrows, and a broad and straight nose.

Xingyue guessed that the man who had just gently comforted him must be the original owner's maternal grandfather, and the woman next to him must be the original owner's maternal grandmother.

"Grandpa Xu, oh no! Hurry, hurry, my An'an is bleeding so much!"

Then, the young girl dragged a thin, wiry old man with a full beard into the room, stumbling along.

"Coming, coming! Don't pull! Don't pull! You'll fall if you pull any harder!"

"Xu Da, come and see my An'an!" Chu Qian said to the person who came.

"Don't rush, don't rush, let me take a look first." The old man stepped forward, placed the medicine box he was carrying on his back on the stool by the bed, opened the medicine box, took out a glass bottle, poured the liquid inside onto a cotton ball, and carefully wiped the bleeding area with the cotton ball.

"It's alright, it's alright. It looks scary, but the cut isn't big. Sister-in-law, just get some water and wipe the blood off An'an's face. She'll be fine in a couple of days. It's not a big problem. San Niu is such a loudmouth, she could scare an old man to death," Old Man Xu said, reassured.

"Jiaojiao is like a little calf, and An'an is usually quiet, she's never been like this today, she's probably scared."

Chu Jiaojiao, clutching An'an's hand, furtively glanced at her master. If she hadn't abandoned An'an to run to the outhouse, An'an wouldn't have gotten into this mess. She knew she'd get a beating when her mother returned from the fields.

Chu Xingyue, who had been observing Chu Jiaojiao's expression, noticed the girl's embarrassment and squeezed her hand.

Chu Jiaojiao stiffened, initially thinking she was mistaken, but then she felt another pinch in her hand. Chu Jiaojiao stiffened and slowly lowered her neck...

She stared wide-eyed at Chu Xingyue, who blinked at her.

Sitting next to her, Su Jin watched the two little ones interact intently, her heart pounding so hard it felt like it was going to jump out of her mouth, and her eyes instantly welled up with tears.

Her An'an's eyes were no longer quiet as usual; she was responding to Jiao Jiao. Su Jin turned around, clutching her heart and breathing carefully.

After seeing Xu Da off, Chu Qian entered the house and found his wife clutching her heart. Su Jin looked up, the two exchanged a glance, slowly shook their heads, got up, took the old man's arm, and went out the door.

"Wife, what's wrong? Are you scared? Didn't Xu Dagang say that our family would be fine after a couple of days of rest?" Chu Qian comforted his wife.

Before he could finish speaking, he heard his wife choke up and say, "An'an seems to be better. I just noticed her eyes. They're different from before. We're the only ones who ever talk to her. She never reacts. Just now, she blinked at Jiaojiao twice. Is she... is our little darling better?" Chu Qian immediately tightened his grip on his wife's arm.

"Are you sure you didn't see wrong?" "No, I looked very carefully, even Jiao Jiao could feel it."

Chu Qian took out his pipe, lit it, and took two puffs.

When the elderly couple celebrated Chu Xingyue's first birthday

They noticed that she behaved differently from other children her age in the village; she was always quiet and didn't cry or fuss. Worried, the elderly couple took her to the Taoist temple in the mountains to pray for peace and blessings.

Please examine my birth date and time, and I have given you the nickname An'an, which means peace and safety.

"This child has lost one of his souls and one of his spirits. He will face a hurdle when he is 10 years old. Once he overcomes it, his soul will return to its rightful place. Take good care of him and make sure he carries a peace charm with him at all times. Remember not to lose it," the old curator instructed the elderly couple.