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Gu Wan's tears were blown down by the wind. The dry and cold wind blew on the face, like a knife, and the skin hurt like a split.

She shrunk her whole body into a leather jacket that was old and made of good material, leaned against the door frame, and looked out—outside the window it was plain white, Shanglang had not snowed so much for many years, and a scrawny old beggar sat beside the old locust tree, which had long since lost its branches and leaves, shivering......

Gu Wan shuddered, and her heart tingled. He hurriedly turned back to the house, picked out an old blanket, and found a bowl of millet porridge with wild vegetables from the kitchen, and sent it out the door, and then without looking at the old beggar's thousand thanks, he returned and closed the door......

That's all she can do, and nothing else.

Returning to the pale room that had lost her popularity, she sat on the edge of the bed in a daze for a while, the cold wind blew her cheeks painfully, Gu Wan sighed, barely cheered up, got up, and looked into the bronze mirror placed at the head of the bed.

In the mirror is a thin little girl, six or seven years old, very thin, with yellow hair, no blood on her face, very unfamiliar - is she Gu Wan, the wife of Zhennan Hou, or Gu Wan, an ordinary girl in the twenty-first century......

I don't know how long it took, because of the burning pain of hunger in her abdomen, Gu Wan came back to her senses - she had returned to her previous life, seven years old in her previous life......

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