Chapter 9: The Soul Returns to the Twelve (2)

"Ah! That teacher is indeed too harsh, even if the child is struggling, she's just a kid! You need to teach her gently, how can you be so hurtful? If this continues, who knows, it might really harm the child, but the primary-to-junior high transition is only a month away now. I worry that if she really transfers schools, she won't be able to adapt! Honey, why don't we ask Sasha for her opinion when she wakes up?" the man thought for a moment and said with concern.

"We have no other choice! Let's step outside to talk, let the girl sleep a little longer, and also take the opportunity to stew some soup for Sasha in the kitchen to nourish her. Our own child needs our care the most!" the woman stood up from her chair, her heart aching as she spoke.

"Alright, let's go! You wash the vegetables, and I'll cook! We'll also prepare dinner and then call Sasha to get up," the man also stood up and, while speaking, pulled the woman toward the door.

Hearing the sound of the door closing, Ouyang Xiasha could no longer hold back. Her eyes were like floodgates opening, tears streaming down her face as she gathered her chaotic thoughts. She was supposed to be dead, wasn't she? Why could she still feel pain? Hadn't her family been annihilated because of her and the Wrist Crystal? But those were clearly her parents just now, weren't they? What was going on? And those familiar words, weren't they the same words her parents had secretly said when she was twelve, after being insulted by classmates, getting into a fight, falling into the school pond, being saved, but then having a fever for a whole day and night? And back then, after overhearing her parents say those words, she had wanted to continue lying down, but, thirsty, she got up and inadvertently overheard the conversation in the kitchen that changed her life! Then she agreed to transfer schools, worked hard at her studies, and barely managed to get into the city's top key secondary school. Could it be that the heavens thought her death was too unjust? Could it be that she was really given a chance to start over? Could she, like the stories said, have been reborn?

Struggling to support herself, she stood up from her bed, took the mirror from the writing desk, and saw what was indeed her twelve-year-old self. The furniture and surroundings were also as they were back then. Holding the teacup, she opened her bedroom door and headed toward the kitchen, wanting to confirm whether she had really been reborn.

Carrying the teacup and hearing the expected conversation, Ouyang Xiasha lowered her head and gently touched the Wrist Crystal on her wrist, her throat tightening with emotion. It was so wonderful, to start all over again like this! It was so good that her parents were still by her side, so, so good! In this life, she, Ouyang Xiasha, must become incomparably strong, strong enough to confront the Yin Clan, to protect her family, friends, and the Wrist Crystal her grandmother left for her, and to avenge the destruction of her clan in her past life! Although she didn't know how powerful the Yin Clan really was, although she didn't understand why they were so desperate for her Wrist Crystal, it didn't matter. What mattered was picking oneself back up from where one had fallen. She would no longer be the soft persimmon that everyone could crush. As long as she became strong, unlimitedly strong, she would eventually understand everything. Wouldn't she?

Her first task was to not transfer schools, not to run away like a deserter. She had to catch those teachers, who looked down on her and consequently on her parents, by surprise. However, feeling a truly severe headache, Ouyang Xiasha had to go back to her bedroom to rest. No matter what she planned to do, it wouldn't be possible without a healthy body, so she ought to recover first. Watching her parents busy themselves, she smiled faintly and headed back to her own bedroom.