After packing my bags, I bought the earliest ticket I could find and headed back to the countryside.Before the bus even arrived, I spotted that familiar figure waiting by the entrance to the village. My eyes stung with tears.When I called my grandmother, I hesitated for a long while before finally saying, "I miss you, Grandma."She chuckled on the other end of the line, the sound warm and comforting. Then, her voice softened, full of affection. "Come home, sweetheart. I'll make your favorite lemonade fried chicken."In my previous life, my grandmother, who'd spent her days quietly in the countryside, somehow found out my death. She mourned for a long time, fell ill, and her health never recovered. She passed away not long after.As soon as I got off the bus, she hurried over and took the luggage from my hands. "Come on," she said cheerfully. "Let's go home. The lemonade fried chicken is ready."The small house wasn't much to look at, but it held every piece of my childhood.In
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