A week went by, just like the time when my childhood self was bitten by a snake and slept for a week before waking up.
The little girl at this time was no longer me.
She was still the timid and cowardly original owner from before.
The boy left feeling desolate. For several days, he came over wanting to ask what was wrong with the little girl, but she would turn pale and run away terrified every time she saw him.
The boy didn't know what was happening, assuming she had temporarily forgotten him. He stopped pushing her to remember him and instead returned home, working hard in silence.
From a distance, he quietly watched her during those moments when he could see the little girl.
Time flew by, and Ye Manman watched the boy grow up at a visibly rapid pace, becoming tall and strong, finally turning into the man she knew well today.
