Ningxia gradually realized that something was wrong. The things that appeared had a strong sense of age. The down quilts and silk quilts she had imagined were gone, only thick cotton quilts.
The various bed sheets and quilt covers were all so old-fashioned that they were not worth looking at. There were no fashionable clothes at all, only some old-fashioned fabrics. She seemed to know where she was going.
She looked at the small half of the space that was still there and began to imagine things from the 1970s and 1980s: rubber shoes, cloth shoes, and handmade cotton shoes, five pairs each in sizes 38 and 45 for men and women.
She no longer had control over her mind; it seemed to have a mind of its own.
The image of underwear and shorts all in one size came to my mind, with twenty sets of each.
And then there were the baby's clothes that suddenly appeared. The fabric was in line with the era, made of pure cotton gauze. Ningxia was a little confused.
When Ningxia saw the milk powder and diapers, she lost her composure.
Are they going to let her go through there to take care of the baby? Ningxia was resisting in her heart, because she was still a child herself!
But her brain slowly lost control of her. She no longer felt anything when she saw the candies, noodles and various pastries appearing in the corner.
There are also some strange things, such as various inexplicable tools, but Ningxia has closed her eyes and let it go.
I don’t know when her brain stopped working, but now she is becoming more and more averse to time travel. Whoever wants to go can go, but she doesn’t want to go anyway.
A life of hard struggle is not for her, she just wants to lie down.
As soon as this thought came into my mind, I lost consciousness in an instant...
No, she hasn't finished thinking yet. She still has a lot to think about! Wait a little longer!
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