After sending Xiao Huang off work and looking at the warehouse filled to the brim with supplies again, Nan Mo felt much less anxious about going to the seventies.
With a flick of her hand, everything was stored into her space.
She slept until she woke naturally. Inside the space it was always daytime, so she had no idea how many hours had passed.
After washing up, she stepped out of the space and checked the time. It was only a little past two in the morning. Since arriving here, she had been busy nonstop and had not truly looked around this home.
Before she realized it, she had already walked to the door of her parents’ room.
She gently pushed it open. This was the first time she had entered this room, yet an indescribable sense of familiarity washed over her. She knew it was not simply because of the original owner’s memories.
It felt as if a slideshow about her parents were playing in her mind.
She looked around. Every step she took was heavy with longing and attachment.
It was as if she could truly feel them beside her. The air seemed filled with traces they had left behind, a scent that made her feel safe.
Her father’s loving smile and her mother’s gentle voice seemed right before her eyes. She reached out, wanting to touch them, yet grasped only empty air.
And still, the feeling was so real, as though they had just been there moments ago.
She walked into the dressing room, hoping to learn more about them.
Then she saw a box on the display shelf, one she recognized instantly.
It was exactly the same as the box the orphanage director had given her when she left.
The director had said it had been beside her when she was found.
She remembered that when it was handed to her, the box had contained nothing but a small quilt embroidered with jasmine flowers.
Nan Mo’s hands trembled slightly. She took a deep breath and slowly opened the old box in front of her, as if using all her strength.
The moment the lid lifted, her eyes widened. Her gaze locked onto the familiar object inside.
It was the very same little quilt from her memories.
“How can this be… how can this…” she murmured, her voice full of disbelief.
Tears instantly blurred her vision. She reached out instinctively and gently touched the faded quilt, her fingers feeling the lingering warmth and traces of time woven into it.
So she had never been an orphan. Her parents had loved her very much.
She had simply been in another world. She could not find them there. Now she had come back, yet they were no longer here…
At last she could not hold back the storm of emotions inside her. Hugging the box tightly, she broke into loud sobs.
Her crying echoed through the room, as if she were pouring out all her pain, grief, and longing at once.
She cried so hard that her whole body trembled with each sob.
Uncle Qin heard the sound and rushed over. Seeing her weeping uncontrollably in her parents’ room made his heart ache as well.
His voice choked as he gently stroked her hair. “Miss… don’t be afraid. Uncle Qin is here. I’m here.”
“Uncle Qin, I… I want them back… I want them back… They lost me, I searched, but I… I couldn’t find them…”
Nan Mo sobbed so hard she could barely breathe, wanting to cry out every ounce of grievance she had ever held inside.
After an unknown amount of time, she gradually regained her composure. Her trembling hands carefully smoothed the wrinkled quilt she had clutched so tightly.
“Uncle Qin, later I’ll store all of Dad, Mom, and my brother’s things into the space. Then I’ll lock the rooms. Before I leave, don’t let anyone enter.”
She did not know when she might depart. She could not bear to part with anything connected to her family. Only keeping them inside her space would give her peace of mind.
Seeing she had steadied herself, Uncle Qin left. The medicine matter had to be handled for her today no matter what.
By the time Nan Mo returned to her own bedroom, she had already emptied her parents’ and brother’s rooms. She stored everything properly in another bedroom inside the space.
She glanced at the time. It was nearly six.
After washing up, she drove toward the morning market.
Knowing the life she would soon face after transmigrating, how could she bear to let her parents suffer? Going to the countryside was inevitable.
Not only would she go, in this life she would make sure her parents and brother lived well.
She already knew the script. How it ended would be up to her to write.