Nan Mo was awakened by her own stench. Looking at the blackish-green grime covering her body, she felt utterly disgusted.
With a quick shift, she exited the Dimension Space and spent over an hour in the bathroom scrubbing herself clean, using up most of a bottle of shower gel.
Gazing at her reflection in the mirror, she saw skin as smooth as congealed fat, so delicate it seemed it would bruise at the slightest touch. Her already exquisite, sculpted face now appeared even more radiant and captivating.
Her silky, soft hair cascaded gently over her snow-white shoulders, shimmering with a subtle, enchanting glow.
Her large, sparkling eyes resembled deep, clear lakes—luminous and bright—with long eyelashes fluttering like butterfly wings.
Beneath her tall, straight nose, her rosy cherry lips were naturally red without a trace of makeup, curled into a faint, elusive smile like blossoms in spring.
Checking her phone, she saw it was still early. Nan Mo urgently needed to discover what other functions the Dimension Space had.
After all, if a Dimension Space existed, perhaps an apocalypse or time travel was next.
She picked up her phone, unlocked it from memory, and set up the recording function in front of the mirror.
Returning to the bedroom, she took an apple from the coffee table, cut it in half, and retrieved two spare phones from the nightstand.
Back in the bathroom, she closed and locked the door in one fluid motion.
With a thought, she returned to the Dimension Space, standing at the entrance of the small wooden cabin. She placed one half of the apple by the doorway, started the timer on one phone, and set it beside the apple.
Pushing open the cabin door, her eyes met a full set of minimalist-style sofas. The marble floor in the living room was so clean it reflected her silhouette.
The interior and exterior were completely contrasting styles: outside, it was quaint and antique, while inside, it was fully modernized.
Though the cabin appeared small from the outside, it was surprisingly spacious inside, resembling a large, open-plan loft of about two to three hundred square meters.
She placed the other half of the apple on the living room coffee table, started the timer on the second phone, and began exploring.
To the left of the living room was an open kitchen with a complete set of white cabinets and every kitchen appliance imaginable. Testing the gas stove and sink, she found they worked perfectly, even providing hot water.
Next to the kitchen was a bathroom with separate wet and dry areas, featuring not only a shower but also a round bathtub she adored.
Nan Mo strongly suspected this Dimension Space was tailor-made for her.
To the right of the living room were three doors. Opening one revealed a suite decorated in the same style as the rest of the interior.
The room included a bathroom and a walk-in closet, with a small study nook in the bedroom—all fully furnished.
Opening another door, she found a guest room identical in layout to the first.
Assuming the third room would be similar, she was stunned upon opening it.
It was completely empty yet seemingly endless. How vast was it? How much could it hold?
The entire house felt like a newly renovated showroom, ready for immediate move-in.
After waiting a while in the cabin, she checked the phone—half an hour had passed.
She tried using her intent to retrieve the phone from outside the cabin door and found it worked!
The time displayed on the phone outside matched the time inside the cabin.
Exiting the Dimension Space, she first checked the recorded video and confirmed that people could enter the space—a feature that pleased her immensely.
Whether for time travel or an apocalypse, a space that allowed human entry was nothing short of divine assistance.
Checking her phone again, she saw only three minutes had passed.
This meant the time ratio between the Dimension space and the outside world was 10:1—ten minutes inside the space equaled one minute outside.
After completing these tasks, Nan Mo quickly changed her clothes and went downstairs.
The servants were originally busy with their respective duties, but when they caught sight of Nan Mo emerging from her room, they all simultaneously halted their work and turned their gazes toward her.
Nan Mo, however, acted as if she hadn’t noticed, her steps never faltering as she walked gracefully and calmly straight toward the dining room.
Though inwardly a bit flustered, she carried herself as if the stares of those around her were something she had long grown accustomed to.
Just then, Butler Qin, who oversaw all matters in the household, received word that Nan Mo had left her room.
Without daring to delay even a moment, he hurriedly set aside the task he was handling and rushed to the dining room with quick, urgent steps.
When Butler Qin arrived at the dining room, he immediately spotted Nan Mo sitting poised at the dining table.
To his surprise, the young lady before him was entirely different from the one he had seen just two days prior.
Not only was she more beautiful, but the heartbreaking sorrow that had once marked her face was gone, replaced by composure and confidence.
It’s wonderful—the young lady has pulled through, he thought.
“Serve the meal,” Nan Mo said naturally to the servant beside her.
Then, turning to Butler Qin, she added, “Uncle Qin, could you please call Brother Qin later? I’ll need him to accompany me to the company in the coming days. Right now, I don’t trust anyone at the company except the two of you.”
“Alright,” Uncle Qin replied, as terse as ever, though his work never deviated in the slightest. Nan Mo appreciated dealing with someone like him.
As she ate, Nan Mo couldn’t shake the feeling that something was off. Everyone here felt strangely familiar.
Nan Mo, Butler Qin, Butler Qin’s son Qin Yue, her father Nan Zhengting, her mother Luo Ci, her brother Nan Xiao…
Wait—weren’t these characters from a novel she had once read?
In the original story, the young Nan Mo had crossed over into the body of a little girl in the 1970s, ten days after her parents and brother passed away.
The Dimension space pendant had traveled with her, but she never uncovered its secret.
Though life was hard, the one comfort was that her father, mother, and brother were all here.
They weren’t the same people as before, yet they looked exactly the same and loved her just as dearly as they always had.
Nan Mo firmly believed they simply lacked the memories of their previous life.
Due to Luo Ci’s family background, some people sought to remove Nan Zhengting from his position as director of the steel plant.
There had to be a reason: before Luo Ci’s parents left for Hong Kong with their entire family, they had publicly disowned Luo Ci’s family in the newspaper to protect them.
As a result, some turned their attention to Nan Xiao and Nan Mo.
“It is necessary for educated youth to go to the countryside and be re-educated by the poor and lower-middle peasants…” These were the words of a leader. Nan Zhengting quickly pulled strings to arrange for Nan Xiao to enlist in the army.
With Nan Mo about to graduate from high school, it would have been easy for Nan Zhengting to secure her an office job at the steel plant—if no one was watching.
But now, with so many people waiting for Nan Zhengting to make a mistake, Nan Mo refused to let her father take such a risk, even if it meant her own death.