Another World: My life is on the rise!

Finally, after wandering in this new world for several months.

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She appeared in a small town in the south. It seemed that she had gradually adapted to the wandering life. She cut her hair very short, so short that people thought she was a boy. She mixed in the teams heading south. Every time she stepped into a small town, she would try to find out the news about her mother and brother, until here.

And the long wandering life has long made people unable to recognize her previous cute appearance.

But she still silently motivated herself.

[Although life is full of suffering. ]

[But you must work hard to live. ]

These should not be the truths that girls of this age should understand. Most of them are still with their fathers and mothers, either learning to read or playing. Maybe until they are adults for a long time, they may not understand such truths.

It is precisely because of this.

She has never given up hope.

She wants to go home.

Where there are father and mother, there is home.

She continued to inquire and wander in this small town, trying not to attract attention while walking on the street. She deliberately avoided those gorgeously dressed gentlemen and ladies, because they would not show any pity to you. All you could get was disgusted eyes and disdain.

"Daughter?!"

A familiar figure with a hint of doubt came from behind.

She stopped.

Those tiny lights flowed in her pupils.

The voice called her name again.

On the crowded street, she turned her head with great effort. The noble lady in gorgeous clothes and long skirt was reflected in her pupils. She saw the surprised and unbelievable expression on the face of the familiar woman.

She was wearing very expensive clothes, the long skirt with pleats and small flowers. Like all the noble ladies here, she became a dignified and middle-class lady.

She recognized her when she saw the rag doll in her hand.

Because her hair had been cut short.

She had scars on her face.

She had obviously never thought that she would be able to see her daughter, whom she had not seen for more than a year, in this small town in a foreign country.

…

The picture of memory ended at this moment.

It took Lin En a long time to come out of this journey that spanned nearly a year. He seemed to have experienced the most unforgettable year of her life with the girl.

Lin En's brows were furrowed.

But even if she suffered, even if she was tortured by life in this nearly one year,

he could always feel the girl's tenacious spirit of not bowing to fate.

In other words.

At that time, even if she was wandering, even if she experienced the death of Shirley and her dog one after another, she had never lost the despair of living. Even in the dark, she could still see the glimmer in her heart.

He looked into the deepest part of the subconscious.

At that moment.

He was stunned.

Because he still saw the fragments of the memory.

But those fragments of memory were like dim stars, hanging in the depths of the subconscious like a pool of dead water, without a glimmer of light, like a piece of eternally silent ice.

At that moment, he suddenly realized.

Even though he had experienced so much suffering and the death of his friends before, those memories were still shining and unforgettable.

But those that followed, even that little glimmer of light was lost.

So what happened...

What else happened that made her really lose hope for her future.

Lin En finally swam towards the dim fragments again, gritted his teeth, and reached out his hand to explore the last fragment of memory.

He wanted to know the real crux of the matter.

His doll lady...

Buzz——

At that moment.

His hand touched the dim and dark fragments, and endless memories swept towards him again.

…

It was a typical New World middle-class room, just like what she often dreamed of, with soft sofas and cushions, a big fireplace, unfamiliar oil paintings hanging on the wall, beautiful flower buds hanging on the windowsill, and moss crawling on the outside wall.

Her mother brought her to this warm big house.

After they met on the street, her mother hugged her and cried for a long time, but for a long time, her mind was blank. Even when her mother held her hand and walked all the way back, she was silent like a puppet without a heart.

Her mother said a lot of things to her.

Asked her about the origin of the scar on her face.

Asked her how she came here?

She hugged her and cried and apologized.

She told her that mortgaging her to those lunatics at that time was the most regrettable thing she had done in her life. She said she had no choice because even the most basic life could no longer be maintained, not to mention that they had to take care of their two children.

She gave her a lot of food, gave her a hot bath, and after touching the stitches on her face, she couldn't help crying for a long time.

And she saw her brother again.

Compared to more than a year ago, he had obviously grown taller. He had a small cowboy hat and a wooden gun, but when he saw her, his eyes were both alert and disgusted. She saw him pull out the wooden gun from his arms, as if he wanted to shoot her to death like some kind of animal.

But she didn't know why it happened.

She just felt that she was ugly.

She scared him.

Because there was a deep and terrible scar on her face.

Finally, after her mother cried and said a lot of words to her, she opened her mouth to her mother for the first time in that warm embrace.

"Mom."

That small voice made the woman sit there for a long time.

Until she trembled and held her cheek.

She heard her mother's voice.

"You can speak..."

She nodded.

Her mother hugged her tightly again, excited and mixed with countless complex emotions, and even at that moment she clearly felt the pain of the hug.

After more than a year of wandering, she finally opened her heart to her mother.

She told her mother all the experiences she could remember.

From the underground factory, to the wandering and the boat crossing to the west, to how she searched for her mother in the New World step by step.

Her mother kept crying.

Especially after she heard the origin of the scar, she hugged her tightly and cried.

She asked her if she would hate her.

She said no.

Because her mother left her the doll, because her mother said she would find her again.

She remembered those words naively.