In the VIP ward, the smell of disinfectant pervaded the air.

The woman lying in the bed looked old. Her hair was greying, and she was laboriously inhaling oxygen. Beside her sat a woman in her fifties, holding an old letter, the pages yellowing with age.

"My brother passed away a decade ago. His cremated remains were spread over the national defence line, not brought back, so there is no headstone," said Olivia with calmness.

At her words, Sophia, lying on the bed, opened her eyes wide in disbelief. She turned to look at Olivia, "Daniel!"

"He had stomach cancer. His stomach had always been weak. After being in prison for a few years and then going to the border..." Olivia choked on her words and couldn't continue. She gripped the letter in her hands tightly, and murderous eyes glared, wishing she could strangle the woman on the bed. "Sophia, do you know? If it weren't for you, if it weren't for you! My brother, such a remarkable person, should have become a military officer, an authority figure!"

Olivia's voice was tinged with hysteria.

Sophia's mind went blank; her whole body Shivering. Daniel is dead? Dead at the border, dead a decade ago... Instinctively, her eyes began to burn, a clear tear rolling out of her turbid eyes.

She wondered why Daniel seemed to have disappeared from the face of the earth for more than a decade, without a single news. It turned out that he had been dead, dead a decade ago. Yet these ten years, someone from the Hall family still took care of her, never shortfall in her living necessities, allowing her to stay in the luxury hospital ward.

Looking at Sophia’s reaction, Olivia laughed at her folly, why was she even speaking to a paralyzed, silly woman? Scolding her yielded nothing; her brother was not coming back.

Olivia looked at the letter in her hand, and threw it on to the bed, "This is a letter my brother left for you, told me to give it to you before you die. Read it yourself."

After completing her task, Olivia left the room. The hospital staff said Sophia had only a few days left. Finally, her brother wouldn't have to wait in the underworld any longer.

Sophia’s face was streaked with tear stains. She hurriedly inhaled oxygen, trying to pick up the letter, but she couldn't lift her hand. Her chest felt so tight that it was suffocating. The life-supporting device began to sound, drawing medical staff into the room.

Somehow finding the strength, Sophia grabbed the letter.

She glanced at the words on the letter. The familiar handwriting filled her eyes. His final words to her were, "Sophia, shall we remarry?"

Beep...the life-supporting device fell silent.

In the end, Sophia thought, Daniel had fought for her his whole life, only showing weakness this once, and it was only this once that she was willing to acquiesce.

Her head felt as heavy as a thousand pounds.

When Sophia was conscious, her whole body was cold, chilled winds were rushing into her clothes. She shivered.

She moved her legs with difficulty, it hurt, she was taken aback, it's been fifteen years since she last had felt her legs.

"Sophia! You shameless hussy, get back here!" Just as Sophia was musing, a sharp female voice rang out behind her.

Startled, Sophia snapped to attention, fearfully she turned around and stood up, not paying attention she almost slipped down.

She looked down fearfully, below was a cold river illuminated by the moonlight, River of Forgetfulness?

"Sophia!" A slap flew towards her.

Sophia was left dumbfounded by the slap, it took her a moment to recover and look fearfully at the person before her, "Mom? Dad!" Standing before her were indeed her parents, and behind them were a few neighbors from their hometown, each holding a torch.

"Sophia, who taught you to steal!" Mary cried out and slapped at her.

This slap hit Sophia's shoulder, she was somewhat stunned.

Her parents…weren’t they long dead?

"Sophia, tell dad, did you or did you not steal the oranges from Uncle Gilbert’s house!"

What theft, what oranges...In her confusion, Sophia suddenly widened her eyes, only to feel a chill ran from the bottom of her feet to the back of her head.

"Dad...what year...what year is it now?"

"What on earth are you up to again!?"

"Could it really be 1990?" Sophia desperately grabbed Maxwell's hand.

Maxwell had just been furious, but he suddenly softened when he saw Sophia's pallor. He sighed deeply, "Yes, Sophia. If you've wronged Uncle Gilbert, we'll apologize and compensate him. If it's not your fault, speak up!"

It truly was 1990... She had been reborn!

Sophia felt both like crying and laughing. In 1990, she was eighteen, the Hall family had just proposed marriage to her family, her parents hadn't yet agreed, and she hadn't run off with George in that scandalous escapade yet, nor had she been expelled from school... none of the subsequent events had occurred yet.

She was back. Seeing her parents' faces, her eyes instantly welled up with tears.

"Sophia? What's wrong? Were you wronged?" Maxwell asked, looking at her with concern.

Sophia sniffled, and tears streamed down her face. "It's not... me, Dad! Mom!" She ran towards them and hugged them tightly. In her previous life, due to her wilfulness, they had nearly severed ties with her and refused to acknowledge her as their daughter until their deaths.

Their funeral was solely arranged by Daniel. She was driven away with a broom when she attempted to pay her respects. They declared she was no longer part of the Yin family.

At the time, she had resented her brother's ruthlessness. But it wasn't until she was rendered paralyzed in a car accident with George that she realized who truly cared for her.

Mary and Maxwell were startled. Their daughter had never cried in their arms like this before.

Mary, who was still furious, instantly broke down. "Sophia, speak up if someone has bullied you! Is it George!?"

"What are you implying, Mary? My George has been at home diligently doing his homework! Are you trying to shift the blame of your thieving daughter onto my son? Do you think I, Elizabeth, am a pushover?" Elizabeth, who was in the crowd, protested vehemently upon hearing Mary's words.

Upon hearing someone defame Sophia, Maxwell's temper flared. He'd already had a distaste for the Smith family's son; he was a poor student who would show up every day to see Sophia. Ever since Sophia started hanging out with him, she had changed completely. Maxwell roared, "It was George who invited our Sophia out this afternoon!"

Elizabeth crossed her arms defiantly, offering a mocking chuckle, "Oh, so your daughter just follows my son whenever he calls? Sophia is so well-behaved, isn't she? Pity she doesn't seem that obedient to you."

With her shrewd, triangular eyes and harsh tone, Elizabeth struck fear into the hearts of the villagers. Her words immediately shut Mary and Maxwell down.