(Extra): When I opened my eyes again, I found myself in a completely unfamiliar environment.

　　Talking boxes, glowing bricks, and singing puppets.

　　It's truly magical! When I opened my mouth, I let out baby-like babbling sounds.

　　I stretched out my hand.

　　Hmm, it's smooth and tender, like a peeled egg, but it's not an adult's arm.

　　'Oh, little Zhaojun, you've woken up and didn't cry.

　　Amazing!' A gentle woman picked me up and walked out while smiling, saying, 'Let's go to the neighbor's house to play with your brother Shen Su.' Shen Su.

　　Hearing this name again, my breath almost stopped.

　　Under the scorching sun, I leaned on my mother's shoulder and saw a small figure in the distance.

　　A boy of about five or six years old sat on a small stool, holding green bamboo leaves in his chubby little hands.

　　With a serious expression, he put the washed glutinous rice into the leaves.

　　Isn't this a mini version of Shen Su! 'Ahhh!' I reached out my hand, wanting to pounce on him.

　　My mother quickly steadied my small body and carefully carried me over.

　　As soon as I got close, I hugged little Shen Su with one hand and slobbered all over his face.

　　He didn't get angry and wiped the saliva off his face as if he was used to it, then he touched my little head and smiled, saying, 'I'll cook the dumplings for you once I finish making them, little sister.' The scorching sun poured through the branches as the little boy peeled open the cooked dumplings and fed them bit by bit to the baby girl in the woman's arms.

　　The gears of fate began to turn once again.