Chapter 1: Reborn in the Nineties

In early 1999, around one o'clock in the afternoon, a series of exceptionally classic songs, heavy with the memories of bygone days, began to play in one of the staff apartment buildings of the silk mill

"When the mountain peaks have no edges, when the rivers cease to flow, when time stands still and day and night are one..."

Dazed, An Songyu furrowed her brows slightly and muttered subconsciously

Could it be that my husband is sorting through old things again today, and dug out that Walkman from who knows when?

Turning over with a sense of irritation, An Songyu instinctively wanted to shout toward the storage room

It’s the middle of the afternoon, what are you sorting for!

Those pieces of junk from who knows when should have been thrown away a long time ago!

But thinking of her husband’s sentimental nature, An Songyu took a deep breath and opened her eyes.

The moment she opened them, she froze.

It was completely different from the large room she and her husband were used to, with its solid wood but not-so-fashionable decor.

The room before her had clearly shrunk by more than half.

From the renovation to the decorations, it was so simple that, aside from the bare essentials, there was nothing else.

The plain white walls and cement floor were things she hadn't seen in a very long time.

Yet, behind the tightly closed yellow wooden door with its iron bolt, a giant poster of *My Fair Princess (Part I)* was brand new.

An Songyu blinked for a long while.

Only then did she dredge up the familiar yet distant image of the room from her memory.

Isn't this the bedroom she lived in for many years before she got married?

If she hadn't mistaken her location...

An Songyu immediately flipped over to climb out, completely forgetting that she was currently sleeping on the bottom bunk of a double bed.

The moment she lifted her head, it slammed hard against the wooden slats of the bed above.

An Songyu hissed in pain, her trembling hands covering the sore spot on her forehead, unable to react for a long time.

On the top bunk, An Songxiang, who had been woken up by the noise, looked at her older sister with a face full of sympathy.

Her initial annoyance had vanished without a trace.

Once An Songyu finally recovered, she asked curiously

"Sis, what's wrong with you? You were sleeping just fine in the middle of the afternoon, why the sudden reaction?"

"I..." An Songyu looked up at the top bunk, feeling somewhat dazed.

The girl’s face, full of youthful collagen, made An Songyu hesitate to recognize her for a moment.

It wasn't until An Songxiang urged her again with a look of confusion that she snapped back to reality.

An Songyu opened her mouth slightly, subconsciously wanting to ask what year it was.

But she realized that asking such a thing would be far too strange.

So, she forced a smile, "I just remembered something very important!"

"What important thing could make you so restless during your nap?" An Songxiang muttered.

But she could already tell that her sister didn't seem to want to talk about it...

Or, looking at her lost and soul-stricken expression.

Perhaps it wasn't some major event, but simply a fight with her boyfriend?

An Songxiang didn't want to interfere in her sister's love life at all.

Even though she was two years younger than An Songyu, she had already been working for two years.

With the group of older women at her workplace who would talk about anything, An Songxiang considered herself to know everything she needed to know.

And in the eyes of those older women, someone like her sister—who had finally gotten into university only to start dating early—was seen in only two ways...

Either she had seized a good opportunity for romance.

Or, secondly... she was just plain gullible.

An Songyu, however, was unaware of An Songxiang's thoughts.

Feeling that she had laid back down, An Songyu stepped out of bed, trying her best to walk toward the door without making a sound.

Passing by the three-door wardrobe with a mirror in the center, An Songyu saw her current appearance clearly.

In the mirror, the girl was impossibly young.

An Songyu couldn't help but stare, gently stroking her face.

It wasn't until she saw the red mark on her forehead that she lowered her hand.

Walking out of the room, she found herself in a nearly square living area.

There were two doors opposite the living area.

Turning around, there were also two doors right next to the sisters' room.

An Songyu scanned the area casually, searching for anything that could confirm the era she was in.

Soon, a thick wall calendar hanging on the wall next to the entrance caught her eye.

It was that old-fashioned kind, a thick volume with a lunar calendar, with thin pages that had to be torn off every day.

March 20, 1999—the perfect time for the second day of the second lunar month.

March 1999?

An Songyu swallowed hard, unable to believe it as she took down the calendar, which still had a thick stack of pages left.

When she held it in her hands, she realized her hands were shaking so much she could barely hold it.

Steadying herself, she looked at it again and again.

Confirming that she hadn't misread it.

After the date on it remained unchanged, An Songyu swallowed again in disbelief and looked around.

The things she had only idly thought about before falling asleep had actually come true?

Afraid that it was a hallucination or a dream, An Songyu steeled herself and slapped her injured forehead hard.

The pain made An Songyu cry out instantly.

She covered her forehead, crouching on the ground and hissing in discomfort.

An Songlin, who had come back with his father that afternoon to discuss wedding arrangements, saw his older sister like this from start to finish and couldn't help but wince and hiss along with her.

Hearing the sound, An Songyu turned her head, tears in her eyes.

When she saw the familiar figure of her brother backlit in the doorway, she stood up instantly.

She knew what time it was now!

Seeing his older sister charging toward him with sudden, aggressive momentum, An Songlin subconsciously swallowed and wanted to retreat.

"Brother, are you back today to discuss buying a house with Mom and Dad?" An Songyu ignored An Songlin's reaction and asked with some urgency.

An Songlin was slightly stunned, his expression complex for a moment.

But thinking of the bond he had shared with his two sisters since childhood, he didn't hide it from her as his wife had instructed.

Seeing An Songlin nod just as she had expected, An Songyu took a deep breath, looked at him, and asked

"Brother... do you trust me?"

"Huh?" An Songlin was even more caught off guard, but under his sister's uncharacteristically intense and firm gaze, he nodded

"Of course, of course I trust you!"

"Then wait a moment, I'm going to call Mom, Dad, and our sister. We're having a family meeting!"

After saying this, An Songyu didn't wait for An Songlin's reaction and headed straight for her parents' and sister's room.