All Gao Yang felt when he woke up was thirst. To his wonderment, he didn’t feel any pain.0

Didn’t I get stabbed in the sides from my back? Why doesn’t it hurt at all? All he felt was an itchiness that was so faint it was more like mosquito bites.0

“Don’t move. Won’t take long,” a young voice said.0

Blinking his vision clear, Gao Yang sat up with some difficulty and saw a girl who appeared to be seven or eight years old. Her hair was tied into cute buns, and she wore a modernized ruqun[1] with the collars tucked in the middle of her waist, under which was a white inner wear. On her light pink dress, peach blossoms bloomed.0

She knelt down next to Gao Yang, holding his bigger hand with her chubby and petite ones. Her face was slightly flushed and round with baby fat, and her big eyes were clear...0