Reborn into the 70: Turning Adversity into Her Dazzling Path

”Mom, why is it so bitter just to stay alive?” Wang Xiaoqian asked.

”What is bitterness?” Old Mrs. Wang hugged her daughter and helped her comb her hair. ”Not bitter, not bitter, there’s Qianqian’s sweetness.”

Wang Xiaoqian started crying.

Old Mrs. Wang hummed a folk tune.

Every time Wang Xiaoqian couldn’t take it anymore, she would fall asleep listening to the song.

This time, Wang Xiaoqian thought, she really couldn’t take it anymore.

”You stinky woman.” Guo Chundan looked at his own hand and kicked Wang Xiaoqian away with one foot.

This stinky woman actually dared to use scissors? Actually wanted to kill he?

Really doesn’t know what’s good for her.

Wang Xiaoqian was kicked to the ground and couldn’t move.

”Old thing, where are you? Hurry up and get your ass out here for your daddy.” Guo Chundan walked into the house, searching spot by spot. ”If I find you, it’ll be a miracle if I don’t beat you to death.”

He searched while furiously smashing things.

”Wuu wuu wuu...”

Old Mrs. Wang hid in a dark corner, tightly covering her mouth, not daring to make a sound.

Qianqian had said she mustn’t make a sound.

But the suffocating darkness made her feel so awful.

She felt like she had to go out, Qianqian.

Old Mrs. Wang covered her mouth.

Scenes kept flashing through her mind.

They were images she had never known about before.

Some of those scenes were frightening.

A pitch‑black sky, as if someone was setting a fire, as if someone was chasing her; anyway, she just kept running and running.

”You take Qianqian and go this way first, I’ll draw them off from over there.” Old Mrs. Wang heard someone’s voice. ”Remember, we agreed to wait in the first city up ahead. We’ll meet there, no matter what.”

”Miss, you take Qianqian, I’ll lure them away.” It was the crying voice of a little girl.

”Their target is me, not you.” That person’s voice continued, ”Be good, I’m entrusting Qianqian to you. Just keep running straight along this road, don’t stop.”

”The first city—wait for me.”

”We’ll meet, no matter what.”

”We’ll meet, no matter what, we’ll meet, no matter what...”

That voice kept echoing in Old Mrs. Wang’s ears.

Then the scene suddenly shifted; she saw a woman running in panic through the pitch‑dark night, people right on her heels, and she just kept running up the mountain, running and running.

No one knew how long she ran, long enough that she was almost too exhausted to move.

Long enough that the sky had begun to pale.

It seemed like she could only hear her own ragged breathing.

Finally, the road came to an end—there was no more path.

What now?

Gasping for breath, she looked all around, assessing the terrain, and just then, footsteps sounded.

”Why is it you?” she heard the woman’s angry voice. ”Little Butterfly, I’ve never treated you badly. Why did you betray me?”

”Betray?” the owner of the footsteps said with a laugh. ”Miss, surely you don’t need me to explain the saying ’a wise person bends with the times’ to you?”

The woman didn’t speak, just looked at her coldly. The owner of the footsteps was also a woman; even though her face still couldn’t be seen clearly in the dark, Old Mrs. Wang felt an instant, deep dislike for her.

”If you beg me, maybe for the sake of old times I can let you keep a bit of dignity,” Little Butterfly said, folding her arms over her chest. ”Otherwise, don’t blame me for being rude.”

With that, she waved her hand, and two men walked out, faces brazen and expressionless.

And the shouts in the distance were getting closer and closer.

”Heh...” The woman stood there and gave a little laugh. ”In this life I’ve never done anything I regretted, but now I do. I never should’ve saved you back then.”

”You ungrateful beast.”

After she spoke, the woman glanced at the drop at her feet, then, reluctant to part, looked once more into the distance, clenched her teeth, and jumped.

”Ah...”