Chapter 1 Being beaten

Cheng Meng did not die. She returned to her youthful age of 16 and was being beaten by her mother because she was seen naked. Although it was not her intention, her parents felt that it was not too much to beat her to death.

Just a quarter of an hour ago, she had just experienced a near-death experience and was very clear that she was indeed dead. But when she opened her eyes again, she was in a trance and a young man with his back to her stretched out his arm and handed her a coat.

"Put it on. Can you walk? Or, uh, should I take you home?"

The dialect with the intonation of Mandarin, the unique accent instantly shattered the barrier of memory. The long-lost memories brought her back to reality. She tried her best to shout, "No!"

No, it was a rejection that she would shout hard in her dreams for the rest of her life.

You dont need to carry me home, or even save me.

Cheng Meng closed her eyes fiercely, squeezed out the excess water, and then looked at her right leg halfway on the edge of the cliff. It was bottomless. Her lifelong misery was the retribution for her cowardice at this moment.

Even though she was over fifty years old and had just experienced death, she still couldnt throw herself off the cliff neatly and end this bad relationship.

Cheng Meng took a deep breath and told herself not to be nervous and relax. She took the clothes with trembling hands and put them on quickly. Her courage returned as her body was covered.

"Thank you for saving me. Its already very troublesome. Ill take a break and go back by myself."

This was the rejection she had been thinking about for a lifetime. Finally, it was not difficult to say it.

Xiang Chengan was relieved to hear the rejection. In view of the current embarrassing situation, the best thing to do was to leave.

The other party left in a hurry, and he never looked back from beginning to end.

The surroundings became quiet, and Cheng Meng felt like a dream again, but she knew it was not a dream. Dreams are not so real.

Everything that happened now is exactly the same as the memory, even the forgotten details are one by one, logical.

This is, rebirth?

Coming back to her senses, looking around, there is no one, and she breathed a sigh of relief.

Very good, now only she and Xiang Chengan know about it, and there will be no more troubles later.

Cheng Meng walked towards home with a fluke. The more she walked, the more people there were. Her heart was sinking.

These unfamiliar faces gathered together, whispering and pointing, looking at her with ill intentions, and the hidden ridicule told her that she still couldnt hide it.

As expected, as soon as she entered the house, she was scolded.

"You are shameless. Your father and I still have to live. Why did you come back when people saw your body naked instead of just dying outside?"

The suppressed sharp voice with crying tone made Cheng Mengs ears roar. She carefully identified the woman in front of her with saliva flying, and it was indeed her mother Guo Qiaolan.

At this time, she was glaring at him, "What? Are you not convinced? Did I say the wrong thing about you?"

She was sixteen or seventeen years old, and she could make a mess when washing clothes. Just thinking about it made her angry.

"Mom..." All the filth was covered up by the years, and even the people who complained all their lives seemed less hateful.

"Its no use calling mom. You only remember to eat but not to be beaten. Why did you come back if you died?"

Cheng Meng said quickly, "If you are willing to give me a decent piece of clothing, I wont lose this person today."

Two hours ago, she was probably hanging on the old tree leaning out of the cliff at the entrance of the village. The tree was quite old, with its roots deeply rooted in the cliff, but the branches were bare and extremely malnourished.

No matter how thin she was, the tree trunk could not bear it.

Cheng Meng sighed heavily. If she had been reborn earlier, she might have gritted her teeth and followed the basin of clothes that fell into the basin, instead of clinging to it tightly and shouting for help until her voice was hoarse.