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Shen Qingyao was deeply shocked. She suddenly bent over and clutched her chest, which was throbbing with pain.

Kong Lin furrowed his brows in confusion and took a nervous step forward. However, seeing her pale complexion, he concluded that her reaction was more likely due to the shock causing her blood to surge, rather than any serious ailment. He remembered the bowl of medicinal soup he had instructed Tu Lan to bring earlier, which was precisely for this situation.

So he calmly sat back down, stroking his beard without urging her, waiting for Shen Qingyao to slowly process the seemingly fantastical news.

After a while, Shen Qingyao finally found her voice. She opened her mouth, her words hoarse as she stammered, "How can you... send someone to another world?"

She still couldn't quite believe it. Could a person really possess such immense power?

Kong Lin seemed momentarily surprised by her question, then burst into hearty laughter, "Little girl, there are many mysterious things in this world. Just because you don't know of them, does it mean they are impossible? Besides, if it weren't for such mystical happenings, how would you be here right now?"

His response was roundabout, seemingly answering the question, yet leaving much to interpretation.

Shen Qingyao's eyes lit up. She understood. Whether it was transmigrating over or the system in her mind, neither was something ordinary.

Now, with Kong Lin's blunt revelation, Shen Qingyao felt both shocked and at a loss. Could she and the girl in her dreams really be the same person? Thinking about the awkwardness of the past few days, Shen Qingyao found it somewhat amusing. But beneath the amusement lay a deep sadness.

She suddenly remembered her days in the hospital before she had crossed over. There was a particularly gentle nurse who, seeing her always daydreaming alone in her hospital bed, would often come to chat with her. One day, that nurse came again. After the routine check-up, noticing that no one had come to visit her that day, she couldn't help but softly ask, "Yaoyao, why don't your family members come to see you?"

At that moment, Shen Qingyao was taken aback. The word 'Lu' almost slipped out of her mouth, but she stopped herself. Lu? Lu who? She didn't know anyone named Lu. So, she just blinked at the nurse and then shook her head with a smile, not saying anything.

Later, whenever she inadvertently glanced out the window, she would see two children playing under a tree in the yard. When the younger girl fell, the boy following her would help her up and comfort her tenderly. She inexplicably found it familiar and enviable.

Now, Shen Qingyao suddenly understood. Back then, she had wanted to call out for Lu Zhao.

She wanted to tell that nurse, My Elder Brother Lu Zhao will definitely come to see me.

She also wanted to tell herself, You also have a boy who will tenderly comfort you like that...

But she had forgotten then. She had forgotten she was waiting for someone to return and that someone was also waiting for her.

Shen Qingyao pressed her hand tightly against her chest, tears uncontrollably streaming down her face as she cried almost to the point of breathlessness.

In hindsight, even her memories in the modern world didn't include anything from before she was ten years old. Everything she knew started from when she was ten. In those memories, she was always alone in the hospital awaiting treatment. As for her family, she wasn't close to them, but there was always a voice in her heart telling her that her parents and older siblings loved her very much. So, Shen Qingyao always looked forward to seeing them. But they were always busy and rarely visited her. When they did, they were always cold.