Her fundamental skills were solid, and she also possessed good concentration, able to sit motionless for hours without fatigue—an ability she had cultivated over several years. Otherwise, sitting for hours just to repeat the same task would drive anyone else mad.
She practiced embroidery for hours, then wrote a couple of characters in large script, before exiting the system and preparing to go to sleep, as she still had school to attend the next day.
In the blink of an eye, another winter's snow began to fall, frosting the earth. It seemed as if last year's cold had not yet passed, and now another was upon them. Time really flew by. Chun Xiangnuan still remembered, when she first awoke, how her brother had brought her home and saved her life. Now she was almost twelve years old. Children in the countryside started school late; she began at the age of eight and was now in the sixth grade. Her brother, who was a few years older than her, was also in the same grade.
Sigh.
