The afterglow of the setting sun penetrated a broken corner of the glass window and shot into a shabby little bed. The woman lying on the bed was called Lin Yingying.
At this moment, a smile appeared on her face.
The blanket under her body, which was dripping with blood and pus, did not hurt anymore. Her shriveled and bent limbs did not hurt anymore. Her body became light. She said to herself softly, "I'm finally going to die. It's good that I can die..."
Her pupils slowly dissipated and her eyelids slowly closed.
"Wake up, wake up..." A vague and distant voice rang in her ear.
"Hmm..." She moved her body, but the sharp pain made her "ah..." moan.
She felt a burning pain in her throat and wrists as if they were being roasted.
"I've undone your hand. I'll wipe it with safflower oil for you." The voice was a little clear.
She lifted her eyelids with difficulty.
After being stunned for a moment, she widened her eyes and stared at the man in front of her.
He had a tall and sturdy figure, a broad forehead, a handsome face, and a pair of rimless glasses on the bridge of his nose.
He should have looked like an elegant and gentle scholar, but he gave people a sense of indifference that was difficult to get close to.
She smiled bitterly and then closed her eyes again. She thought sadly, "Can a dead person dream? Why did I see the person in my dream again..."
After a while, her head was gently lifted up, and a cup of warm water was brought to her mouth. She closed her eyes, opened her mouth, and started to drink.
She choked and coughed, and the water sprayed on the pillow, but he ignored it and put her head back on the pillow.
"Well, no, why is he still here? Why does he give me water? Am I not dreaming?"
Lin Yingying suddenly opened her eyes, moved her body, and looked around in confusion.
She was so shocked that she almost fainted. She saw herself lying on a wooden bed without any decoration. There were only two simple and crude furniture in the narrow two rooms.
Above her head, there was a beam, a basket, and an earthen wall. The four walls of the house were made of yellow soil.
All of this was covered by a swaying yellow oil lamp.
At the head of the bed, there was a black-and-white calendar: 1983
Wang Xiang Village, Wei Sifeng's home? Could it be that I've been reborn...
Yes, she was reborn!
She was reborn on the first night she was sold to the Wei family.
At this moment, the man she was grateful and missed in her previous life came over with a bottle of safflower oil. She was so excited that she burst into tears.
In her previous life, Lin Yingying, who was a city girl, was sold to this remote village by a fake exchange of information.
That night, when she opened her eyes and saw that she was lying in the farmer's house, she burst into tears and made a scene without even seeing his face clearly.
And he didn't appreciate Wei Sifeng's kindness when he untied her. When he took her hand and applied medicine to her arm, he opened his mouth and bit hard on his arm, and his arm was bleeding on the spot.
She wanted to take the opportunity to escape, but he hurriedly pulled her into his arms.
He covered her mouth and whispered in her ear, "Don't make trouble. I have a lot of people in my family. I won't sleep tonight and take turns to watch you. You can't run away... I will—let you go."
Sure enough, two days later, when his mother went to visit her relatives, he cheated his two sisters and secretly took her to the county. Then he successfully sent her to the train and gave her 20 yuan when she got in the car.
She thought that as soon as she ran home, the short nightmare passed. However, her nightmare started after she went home.