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"Qi Chong, do you think she might be one of your people?"
Yu Chunmiao couldn't help but glance at the beautiful woman running the stall, who was busy adjusting a cotton jacket for a little girl. "Miao, are you cold?"
"Miao?" Yu Chunmiao felt as if she had been struck by lightning, her spirit momentarily leaving her body as she stared at the stall owner. The woman's tone was strikingly similar to that of her grandmother.
Looking again at the little girl, who had her hair styled in a bun adorned with a lovely yellow flower, Yu Chunmiao noted that this girl looked modern and her attire seemed perfectly fitting. However, in this place, girls her age typically wore two side buns or pigtails with hairbands. The woman's hair was simply styled in a bun at the back of her head, resembling her grandmother's hairstyle.
Noticing the change in Yu Chunmiao's expression, Qi Chong shook her shoulder and asked, "What's wrong? Could she really be...?"
"God, there's only one way to find out," Yu Chunmiao replied nervously, feeling sweat form in her palms. She approached the stall and asked the owner, "Excuse me, do you know Yu Chunmiao?"
The beautiful woman looked at her in astonishment, unable to respond for a long moment.
Yu Chunmiao's heart raced as she pressed on, "Do you know Tao Xin?"
Tao Xin was her modern name from Qi Qin.
The two stood there in silence for what felt like an eternity, tears welling up in their eyes.
Yu Chunmiao's voice trembled as she asked again, "I am Yu Chunmiao. Are you Zeng Yulan?"
"Yes, I am! Yu Chunmiao, is it really you?" Zeng Yulan cried, overwhelmed with emotion.
The two embraced tightly; Yu Chunmiao whispered softly in her ear, "Grandma, you came too? I've missed you so much."
Qi Chong positioned himself in front of them to shield their reunion from prying eyes.
Yu Chunmiao felt that this moment was complete; the only regret was that her grandmother was not there with them. If only her grandmother could join them now, Qi Chong genuinely felt happy for her.
As Qi Chong pushed the stall cart forward, the little girl kept glancing at him. He tried to mimic Yu Chunmiao's playful expressions towards Qi Rong but found himself unable to pull it off; he merely raised an eyebrow instead.
The little girl blushed and ran to Zeng Yulan, who was holding her hand.
"Mom, that brother treated me like this," she said, mimicking Qi Chong's raised eyebrow, looking quite adorable.
Yu Chunmiao linked her arm with Zeng Yulan's and glanced at Qi Chong, breaking into a charming smile.
"Grandma, have you passed away too?" she asked in a low voice.
Zeng Yulan, having experienced aging and death in the real world, viewed it with indifference. "Yes, someone called me and said you fell off a horse and died. After I handled that, I couldn't take it anymore. A few days ago, I had a stroke and died quickly."
"I also died quickly; I hardly felt any pain." The two discussed death as if it were a casual topic. "But you’ve really struck it rich, ending up in the body of such a beautiful young woman."
When Zeng Yulan first arrived, she could hardly believe that her original self was a widow with a ten-year-old daughter, Yuan Qingmiao, who had drowned after falling into the water on the way back to her maternal home.
After taking two days to accept this reality, she began to keep herself busy.
"I want to make milk tea, but milk candy is too expensive. There’s cassava growing wild all over the mountains here; I’ll have to make do with that for now." Zeng Yulan's personality had become much livelier; she spoke expressively with a gentle and pleasant voice, hoping to save money to make milk tea later.
As they spoke, they arrived at Zeng Yulan's home—a small rented courtyard on the outskirts of the city.
Upon entering, Yu Chunmiao eagerly pulled Qi Chong over and said, "This is my current husband. Look how handsome he is!"
Qi Chong was unsure how to address this woman in her thirties standing before him.
"Grandma?" She looked too young for that title; the words wouldn't come out.
Standing there felt awkward, like a plain daughter-in-law meeting her in-laws for the first time.
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