Chapter 1: 1995 "Grind~ scissors~ sharpen kitchen knives~" "Grind~ scissors~ sharpen kitchen knives~" Early morning, the red sun rose, its golden-crimson rays piercing through the clouds, scattering like shattered gold. In the quiet little mountain village, the rhythmic, drawn-out calls of street vendors echoed one after another, carry...
Chapter 1: 1995 "Grind~ scissors~ sharpen kitchen knives~" "Grind~ scissors~ sharpen kitchen knives~" Early morning, the red sun rose, its golden-crimson rays piercing through the clouds, scattering like shattered gold. In the quiet little mountain village, the rhythmic, drawn-out calls of street vendors echoed one after another, carrying a lingering charm. Chen Ling sat cross-legged on the bed, staring blankly at the calendar in his hands, silent for a long time. "March 6, 1995. The sixth day of the second lunar month, Jingzhe (Awakening of Insects)… 1995…" "The ancients spoke of a fleeting dream, but who would’ve thought I’d have such a long one?" Chen Ling muttered to himself. Though he still found it hard to believe, deep down, he was gradually coming to terms with this fantastical exp
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