I listened to my sister's words today.

Jiang Ling suddenly felt a heaviness in his hand. He looked down and found a notebook with a mottled cover.

There was a faint smell of age between the pages, which could hardly cover up the slightly sweet smell of the golden egg liquid clinging to them.

He searched hurriedly, hoping to find some clues.

The handwriting in the notes is a little blurry, and the yellowed paper seems to tell of the baptism of time.

Suddenly, there was a light "crack" sound from the egg in his arms. Jiang Ling's heart tightened. He looked down and found that there was another fine crack on the eggshell, like a thin golden thread winding out.

Yun Yiruo in the egg remained motionless, as if she could not hear any sound from the outside world.

Curled up in the egg, his expression twitched slightly, as if he was trapped in a tangled memory.

Suddenly, Yun Yiruo's consciousness was cut apart by a sharp and piercing noise.

Accompanied by a dizziness, he seemed to be thrown into some unknown space.

Just when she thought she would return to that mysterious place again and confront her identical self, the scene before her was completely different.

The surrounding buildings exude a unique beauty, with both the dignity and majesty of ancient times and the sophistication and prosperity of modern times.

My eyes were drawn to the front - in a small courtyard, a child of only three or four years old was lying on the wooden floor and playing intently.

The sunlight shone through the cracks between the green bricks and tiles, giving the child's black hair a golden halo.

I subconsciously walked forward, wanting to see the child's face clearly, but found that I had actually passed right through the young figure.

"Baby, it's time for lunch!"

A familiar voice sounded in my ears, gentle and doting.

Yun Yiruo turned around suddenly and recognized the owner of the voice at a glance - Aunt Luo!

Aunt Luo walked briskly into the yard, picked up the child crawling on the ground, and patted his dusty little hands.

He said gently, "Okay, let's finish our milk and lunch before playing, okay?"

The child giggled and shook his head: "No, no! I want to learn martial arts this afternoon, become the heir, and protect mom and dad!"

"Oh?"

Aunt Luo raised her eyebrows and looked at him with a half-smile, "Then does Ruoruo know what the heir should do?"

"I know!" The little guy raised his head and said seriously, "We must eliminate those who are not good to the family!"

When Aunt Luo heard this, the smile on her face softened a little. She reached out and tickled the child's belly, making the child giggle.

"You little brat, are you following Grandpa and eavesdropping again?"

The tone was doting, yet with a hint of sigh.

"But, Mommy hopes Ruoruo can grow up safely and happily, because..."

She paused, her eyes seemed to be fixed on a distant place, and her voice was so low that it was almost inaudible.

"Becoming an heir is often accompanied by loss..."

These last few words were like a heavy hammer, hitting Yun Yiruo's heart.

Standing aside, I heard it clearly, but for some reason I felt an inexplicable sadness welling up in my heart.

"Lost?" He repeated in a low voice, but before he could think about it, the scene in front of him suddenly changed again.

When he came to his senses, he was already in a warm bedroom.

Aunt Luo was sitting by the bed, dressing the child who had just woken up.

The child swung his chubby legs and rang out in a tender voice, "Mom! It's time for training!"

Aunt Luo looked at the serious and stubborn little face and couldn't help but smile. She reached out and pinched his round face, then took the small wooden sword from his hand.

"That's not what we're doing in today's training."

"Today's training is to eat up all the vegetables later!"

When the child heard this, he immediately frowned and tried to grab the wooden sword with his little hand, but Aunt Luo dodged it skillfully.

"You also need to eat a full meal and get eight hours of sleep to complete today's training!"

Luo Mu raised the wooden sword higher.

Yun Yiruo stared at the scene in a daze, with indescribable complex emotions welling up in her heart.

Seeing that time is passing faster and the child is growing up day by day, Aunt Luo always prevents him from participating in training with various reasons.

"When Ruoruo reaches mom's height, she can wear mom's clothes!"

"In a few years, Mom will take you to see the world, okay?"

"Ruoruo is really good at everything she learns! It would be even better if she could control her temper, right?"

"I'm so excited. What will Ruoruo look like when she grows up?"

Those gentle words and expectant eyes turned into smoke in the torrent of time.

At this moment, the surrounding scene suddenly turned over, and the illusion was shattered in an instant, and the wooden beams around the cabin were engulfed by flames.

Thick smoke billowed with scorching heat, and the air was filled with the smell of burning and ashes.

The dim light in the house seemed so helpless in the sea of fire, as if every inch of space was roaring with the fate of destruction.

Luo Mu's face looked particularly pale in the orange-red firelight, but her eyes were as deep as the abyss, as if she had seen through the endless darkness.

With a flash of cold knife in her hand, she handed the handle to the child, while the tip of the knife silently pointed at her chest.

At that moment, the child's world seemed to be split in two, one half was the mother's determination, and the other half was unbearable despair.

"Take it, Ruoruo."

Luo's mother's voice was filled with irresistible calmness, but the slightly trembling ending tone was like a sharp needle piercing the child's heart.

“Mom…no…no…”

The child shook his head desperately, and tears fell like beads from a broken string, dripping onto the sharp blade.

Tears and cold light intertwined, like a silent sob, striking people's hearts through the flames.

Luo's mother gently wiped away the tears on the child's face. Her movements were so gentle as if she was coaxing a baby who had just woken up, but her hands were shaking slightly from excessive force.

She whispered, "Ruoruo, listen to your mother and close your eyes."

"This is our last training session."

Before he finished speaking, the light in his eyes was as determined as the stars.

"No, no! Mom, no!"

The child's thin hands tightly grasped the knife handle, his fingers stiff with fear, and he didn't even dare to breathe.

Her eyes flashed with pain and contradiction in the firelight, like a trapped beast that could not find a way to escape from the cage.

Luo's mother reached out and grabbed the child's shoulders, pushing her towards the exit of the hut. At that moment in the firelight, her back looked as if the whole world was burning, but she stood resolutely like a wall.

"Ruoruo, survive, remember what your mother said, and follow Sister Jiang and leave here!"

Luo Mu's voice seemed so small amid the roaring flames and the sound of collapsing wooden beams, but every word seemed to be engraved into Ruoruo's heart, never to be erased.

The flames climbed up madly, and the air in the house seemed to be plundered away. The feeling of suffocation made it almost impossible for the child to breathe.

She stared blankly at the knife in her hand, which was still covered with her mother's blood, and then looked at the figure that was gradually engulfed by the flames, tears blurring her vision.

One step, then another, until the roar of the sea of fire could no longer catch up with her cries.

As I stumbled out of the sea of fire, the only sounds in my ears were the crackling of the flames and my own rapid breathing.

Her vision was blurred by tears, and she stumbled forward, not knowing where to run.

The ground beneath his feet was so hot that it seemed to be melting, and his legs felt as heavy as if they were filled with lead, but he always held the blood-stained knife tightly, as if holding on to his last hope.

She didn't know how long she ran until a warm hand grabbed her from behind.

The child looked back in horror and saw Sister Jiang's face full of anxiety and panic.

"Follow me quickly!"

Sister Jiang's voice trembled, but her hand held the child firmly.

She quickly wrapped the child in her cloak to cover the smell of fire on her, then picked her up and ran away.

The sky around was covered with thick smoke, and the villages in the distance were like extinguished torches, watching all this with indifference.

The child's eyes gradually became blurred, she felt her body becoming lighter and lighter, and her consciousness seemed to be floating in a blank space.

"Mom...Mom..." She murmured, tears bursting out again.

Sister Jiang hugged me tightly, her voice choked with sobs: "Ruoruo, don't look back, don't look back."

"You must live well. This is your mother's only wish."

That night, Ruoruo lost her home, her mother, and her childhood that was as warm as spring.

(Thank you all for your gifts and support. The last few pictures I wrote are all about memories. After the foreshadowing is done, the rest is basically all about daily life. If you don’t understand, you can skip it. It won’t affect the daily plot.)