Didn't she already die in that fire?
I looked up, glanced around, and finally fixed my gaze on the back of my injured left hand.
After a long while, she suddenly burst into wild laughter, "Haha..."
She understood.
She's been reborn, just like in the TV shows.
It's truly a miracle; Song Qingqing has returned, and she's back in the summer of 1990, when they were both seventeen years old.
This time, she will not back down an inch, nor will she give up everything that belongs to her.
Blood was still dripping from his left hand, and he began to feel dizzy. His already frail body started to sway.
Song Qingqing knew that she couldn't just sit and wait for her death.
I've finally been reborn, I can't just die again.
However, medical treatment costs money, and Song Qingyi had always been in charge of the two sisters' money. Song Qingqing didn't know where she kept the money.
My mind was in a state of anxiety, confusion, and utter chaos.
But the idea of making money kept flashing through her mind.
Money is something you only realize how little you have when you need it.
Life without money is so frustrating.
Once she's feeling better, she'll definitely make money.
But what should we do now?
She fell silent for a moment, then seemed to remember something. She got up and started rummaging through a corner. Soon she found a ceramic piggy bank, smashed it, and took out ten yuan from inside.
She had to put in a lot of effort to save this money.
All she wanted was to wait until the two sisters' birthdays to buy Song Qingyi her favorite doll.
Now, it's not necessary.
Despite the strange looks I received along the way, I went to a small clinic for anti-inflammatory treatment and medication.
When she returned, she collapsed again onto the tattered cardboard in the storage room, her mind a blur.
In a daze, she seemed to fall asleep again, but not long after, a bucket of cold water was poured over her head.
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