"Hurry up and leave. What bad luck. The Luo family is really bad. They can't even throw her into the mountains and don't bury her. What if this disease is spread out?"
"Oh, you don't know about this, do you? My husband said that the dead were left here, and the wolves in the mountains who ate people were taken away by them."
"That's right, but... after all, he is a child of his own family. How can he bear to leave him here? If it were my family, I would definitely not bear to leave him here."
The two women's voices gradually faded away. The little girl, who was described as a corpse by them, frowned tightly, snorted softly, and slowly opened her eyes.
What he saw was a towering tree that towered into the clouds. There was no other sound except for the sound of insects.
Her head was swollen and her four legs were weak. She didn't even have the strength to raise her hand. She could only open her eyes and look at the sky. Her mouth was full of the smell of medicine and it was very bitter.
At this time, her head seemed to have been cut open and forced into some memories that did not belong to her. From the beginning of her memory to the age of eight, everything was like a movie.
When she finished digesting the news and came back to her senses, it was already dark. She moved slightly, turned over and lay on the ground. Under the moonlight, she saw nothing but trees.
Reaching out her hand, she wanted to climb to the edge of the tree to rest, but when she saw her small hand, she was stunned. Then she looked at her clothes. The patches were all made of coarse cloth. It was obvious that she was a child.
She... Did she time-travel?
After the examination, she couldn't come to her senses for a long time.
"Little girl... Little girl..." A woman's anxious voice came from far away.
Luo Jiale was stunned and lay on the ground. She didn't know whether to answer or not. The voice belonged to the aunt of the original owner, Luo Aichun.
"Little girl... Little girl..." Luo Aichun couldn't find anyone. She was a little anxious and even knelt on the ground and cried.
The last cry was heart-wrenching. Luo Jiali felt a dull pain in her heart and answered instinctively, "Aunt, I'm here."
Luo Aichun stopped crying and shouted in confusion and nervousness, "Xiaole, is that you? Xiaole?"
"It's me, aunt. I'm here." She answered with certainty this time.
Hearing this, Luo Aichun stumbled over. When she saw the little girl lying on the ground, she hurriedly stepped forward and pulled her up from the ground. She checked her body nervously. "Little Lei, are you okay? It's all my fault, it's all my fault."
"I'm fine, but I don't have any strength," Luo Jiale answered weakly.
"Good, good, good. It's good that I'm fine. It's me who came back late. The Qis asked me to get married, but they didn't let me come back. It was your parents who took me back." Luo Aichun cried again. "I didn't know that they were so cruel that they threw you into the mountains."
Luo Jiale did not answer.
Luo Aichun took her arm and turned around. She said firmly, "Let's go. I'll carry you back."
In the middle of the night, Luo Aichun took a deep step and walked back with Luo Jiale on her back. Because it was dark and she couldn't see clearly at night, she fell down several times. When she returned to the Luo family, she was in so much pain that she couldn't feel it.
Two days later.
Lying in the shed, Luo Jiali finally accepted the fact that she had time-traveled. Looking at the top of the shed, she sighed heavily again. "Alas..."
"Oh, when did you come back, you damn girl? How dare you come back? Come on!" The woman shouted in a sharp voice.
