Reborn in the 1980s as a Little Girl with a Space Chat Group

Weakness and dizziness overwhelmed her—damn it. Xie Yihuang cursed inwardly and forced her eyes open.

The room was barely ten square meters, simple and sparse. Besides an old-fashioned desk and the bamboo bed she now lay on, there was no other furniture. The walls were papered with out-of-date newspapers. Her bed, just a meter wide, was a bamboo cot. Since it was summer, a woven bamboo mat covered the cot, its corners already frayed and wrapped with a strip of blue-and-white checked cloth.

In one corner, a small rusty iron pot sat, filled with the ashes of burned mugwort.

Xie Yihuang tried to move. No use; her body refused to obey. After a moment, she managed to lift her hand for a look. Good grief—such a small hand, barely any flesh at all. Even the unique sheen of a child’s skin was gone, leaving only skin and bone.

“Damn that White Warden. Is this the body you found for me?” Xie Yihuang felt thoroughly cheated. If she’d known, she never would have agreed so readily.

She focused her mind, and a fifty-square-meter space appeared before her. Apart from a few bottles, it was empty.

In the upper right corner, a red button glowed. When she clicked it, a “Seven-Person Chat Group” popped up. All the profile pictures were dark except for the group owner and herself—obviously, the others hadn’t arrived yet.

Right now, Xie Yihuang had no interest in when the rest would join. Her immediate priority was her own body’s condition.

Her gaze fell on the three bottles. Each was labeled and came with a description.

The first was Bone