If she closed her eyes now, there would be no more Su Ling'er in this world—only a "Buddha Mother's vessel" wearing her skin.
'Who am I?'
In her mind's eye, a little girl with long hair, dressed in red, was smiling. Her smile grew wider and more gleeful.
"Hee hee... Mama, don't you remember?"
"No..."
Su Ling'er instinctively tried to resist, but she was powerless. All she could do was pound on the walls of her consciousness, desperately trying to stay awake, to remember who she truly was.
"My name is... Su..."
Her own name was on the tip of her tongue, but she couldn't force the rest of it out.
It was a name she had offered to the Great Black Buddha Mother, a name that no longer belonged to her. It seemed the tighter she clung to it, the faster her control over her own self slipped away.
A jumble of disjointed memories began to surface.
The streets of Anhe City... 'Was that home?'
The disciplinary ruler her father always used to rap her palms;
