Self-Sacrificing Elder Sister
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Kang Huifan was your typical college student, ways studying for exams or working on assignments, but on one of her rare days of rest, she decided to return to one of her favorite comfort novels. Little did she know, her life would meet a tragic end the night she fell asleep with the novel laying on her chest. The stove, mistakenly left on after dinner was made, brought flames to the paper towels next to it, and the flames just continued to spread from all the scattered papers and books on her dorm's counters. In the confined space of the dorm, the flames quickly took over, and Kang Huifan had no understanding of what was happening until it was too late, and the smoke caused her to pass out as she attempted to exit from the dorm.
Even more surprisingly, she opened her eyes to a shabby porridge stand in a nearly empty street that was a few centuries out of date. As she tried to make an understanding of her surroundings, a small whimper sounded from behind her, and a young boy with black hair and silver eyes peeked out from the alley, a scared look in his eyes.
(This is the rewrite. As I'm writing this, I might go back and edit some things, so if you notice something new, that might be what happened.)
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