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It was so cold. Did people really feel icy all over before they died? Yu Songyu felt as if even the air she inhaled was frigid.
However, what puzzled her even more was that she hadn’t quickly slipped into unconsciousness; instead, her consciousness gradually returned. She could even feel the piercing pain from the wound on her wrist.
This pain made Yu Songyu restless. Slowly, she opened her eyes, but the blinding white light hurt her eyes, and she instinctively raised her hand to shield them.
Once her eyes adjusted to the brightness of the surroundings, she lowered her arm, only to discover that the wound on her wrist had vanished.
Was this heaven?
The pain in her wrist had disappeared, and Yu Songyu thought she must have died. She curiously looked around at everything in sight: the azure sky, the pristine white snow, and the towering trees.
She tried to muster the strength to sit up, but her body was too weak. After several unsuccessful attempts, she lay back down, panting and waiting for her strength to return.
Not far away, a man hiding behind a large tree had already realized that what lay in the snow was a person, not some wild beast. He wasn’t working today; he had come to the mountain to hunt with the aim of bringing back game to improve the lives of the lonely elderly in his village.
As he watched the figure in the snow struggling to rise, he quickly walked over.
“Do you need help?”
Yang Qinghe hesitated to approach directly because he realized that lying in the snow was a girl. However, she was the most beautiful girl he had ever seen.
The girl in the snow had skin whiter than snow. Perhaps due to the cold, her nose and earlobes were flushed red, adding a touch of charm to her already exquisite features.
Yang Qinghe felt his heart tighten suddenly; it was a sensation he wasn’t accustomed to.
Yu Songyu’s body was still very weak; at that moment, she truly needed someone’s support to get up. Yet she was confused—shouldn’t an angel of heaven be dressed in pure white?
The man before her, though tall and strikingly handsome with a cool demeanor, wore clothes reminiscent of those from films set in the 70s or 80s. Was this what heaven was like now?
With Yang Qinghe’s assistance, Yu Songyu felt as if her legs and feet had nearly lost all sensation. Perhaps due to her extreme weakness, before she could steady herself, she fainted again.
“Miss! Miss! Wake up!”
No matter how much Yang Qinghe called out, Yu Songyu remained like a delicate puppet, offering him no response.
In desperation, Yang Qinghe set aside all formalities. He took off his coat and wrapped the girl tightly in it. Then, he hoisted Yu Songyu onto his back and strode down the mountain.
To protect the girl's innocence, he deliberately chose a rarely traveled path. Unsure of her identity, he hesitated to take her to the Youth Commune, fearing gossip.
Carrying her all the way, he soon reached Aunt Wang's house, not far from the foot of the mountain. Just as he was about to knock on the door, he suddenly felt movement from the girl on his back; her frail little hands gently tapped against him.
Yang Qinghe quickly set her down to check on her condition. Yu Songyu slid off his back like a limp fish and turned to hug a large tree, retching violently.
At that moment, she felt as if the world was spinning; it seemed like her very insides were about to come out. The vomiting was accompanied by a severe headache, and some memories that did not belong to her flooded into her mind.
The girl who lived in this era, sharing her name and even her appearance, had been abandoned by two Female Educated Youths and had frozen to death along the way. Yet these memories felt so real, as if they were experiences she had truly lived through herself.
If this place wasn’t heaven, then had she crossed over or encountered another version of herself in a different time and space?
As her hearing gradually returned and her mind began to clear, she could hear a man’s anxious inquiries nearby.
“Are you feeling better?”
“I’m fine!”
Yu Songyu stood up straight and smiled sweetly at him, proving that she was indeed feeling much better.
Seeing that she was in a better state, the man turned back to knock on the door.
Knock! Knock! Knock!
“Who is it?”
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