Gazing at the blurry remnants before her, Bai Lingmiao remembered: that child was her younger self, though what had happened seemed so very long, long ago.
Bai Lingmiao watched as Grandpa lifted her up, slung her around his neck, and pranced around like a child among the porcelain figures, clamoring playfully and making her younger self giggle nonstop.
She silently followed them, gradually recalling everything that had happened to her in this place.
"Waaah, waaah~~" Bai Lingmiao watched her younger self cry, sitting in a corner with open-crotched pants, looking up and bawling with mud all over her hands and body.
"What's wrong, Nannan? Who's bullying you?" An elderly woman with streaks of gray hair hurried over and picked up Bai Lingmiao to comfort her.
"Waaah, waaah~~ waaah waaah," Bai Lingmiao nestled in the old woman's arms, pointing with chubby fingers toward the corner of the wall, her three-toothed mouth mumbling incoherently to words only she could understand.