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It was getting late, and it didn't seem appropriate to take her back to the Youth Commune now.
"Alright, I’ll listen to Comrade Yang!"
Her belongings had been secretly thrown away by Wang Xiuli and Zhang Cuiying, and it was indeed a bit awkward to stay here. Unexpectedly, Yang Qinghe was quite considerate.
After washing up, Yu Songyu thanked Aunt Wang and then entered her room, closing the door behind her. She noticed that Aunt Wang had thoughtfully laid out the bedding for her.
Lying on the warm kang, Yu Songyu found it hard to sleep; the events of the day were too bizarre for her to process. As she tossed and turned, she remembered her wound. Lifting her wrist, she saw a faint red mark.
Staring at the mark in a daze, she suddenly recalled the look in her mother’s eyes before she passed away—dark and hollow, like a pool of stagnant water.
That day, her mother had said she wanted to take her up to the rooftop to feel the breeze. Yu Songyu had been very happy. Since her mother had developed depression, she and her father often exchanged cold glares and tears were a common sight.
Yu Songyu knew her mother was very unhappy. After some time, she noticed that her mother stopped arguing and making a fuss; instead, she began cooking different dishes for her every day and took her out to play.
She thought her mother had changed for the better. But little did she know that this was merely a fleeting moment before death.
They stood on the rooftop for a while when her mother grabbed her wrist—right at the spot where the red mark now lay.
She crouched down and touched her mother's head.
"I'm sorry, my dear. I wanted to take you with me, but you are my heart's treasure; I can't bear to be cruel. Xiao Yu, you must remember that your mother loves you very much. You have to live on and listen to your grandmother, alright?"
After saying this, her mother stood up and took one last look into the distance. The autumn wind tousled her hair, and Yu Songyu feared that the wind would scatter her mother's vibrant life away.
Little Yu Songyu didn’t understand what her mother intended to do; an instinctive sense of unease began to overwhelm her. She cried out loudly for her mother, trying to awaken that maternal love.
But her mother's expression remained unchanged; her eyes were as dark as ink, devoid of any light.
She glanced at little Yu Songyu who was crying heart-wrenchingly but resolutely raised the dagger in her hand. Even as she saw the knife cut into her child's wrist during their struggle, she still plunged it deep into her own heart.
Thinking about this made Yu Songyu's heart ache fiercely. She took a deep breath to calm herself down.
Her hand brushed over the barely visible mark; she remembered that it was also in this spot where glass shards had cut her before.
Could it be that her crossing over was related to this wound? She wondered if that version of herself still existed in that era. After disappearing for several days, would Grandma be looking for her? Were there still flowers on the terrace that Mother had planted? Was anyone watering them?
Just as Yu Songyu pondered these thoughts, everything suddenly went dark before her eyes. She thought she might be experiencing low blood sugar again. But when she slowly opened her eyes, she was stunned.
It was still the familiar terrace, still the same flowers. She couldn't believe she had returned to her grandmother's house, and she dashed back in disbelief.
"Grandma!" Yu Songyu exclaimed, overwhelmed with joy. She didn't know how to express her feelings at that moment.
The Old Lady huffed in annoyance as she passed by Yu Songyu, angrily grabbing the dishes from the dining table.
"Hmph, who knows where you've been these past few days? A young lady like you should have some decorum," the Old Lady scolded, deliberately making a racket with the utensils.
"Do I not have decorum?" Yu Songyu felt a chill run down her spine, her expression darkening. She had thought that after narrowly escaping danger, she would at least receive a bit of concern from her family.
"I heard you broke up with your boyfriend? Let me tell you, don't embarrass yourself! Do you think you're some kind of goddess?" The Old Lady sneered.
"Embarrass myself? Have you even looked into what really happened? Do you just listen to those baseless rumors? I simply ended a relationship, and I wasn't the one at fault. How does that make me a target for gossip? And when did I ever say I thought I was a goddess?"
Yu Songyu struggled to control her emotions, fighting the urge to shout.
"Oh, don’t think I’m unaware of your antics. You attract all sorts of trouble and lack any sense of propriety. Sooner or later, you’ll get yourself into serious trouble!"
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