But no matter how the body changed, or how the voice altered, one's memories could never be changed. Everything that had happened between her and Mo Bai was too deeply etched in her mind.That March, she was 16 years old. In a remote mountain forest, there lay a traditional ancient courtyard, with walls made of mud and stone, and a roof covered with dark tiles. The courtyard, resembling a quadrangle, was surrounded by lush green trees, forming a natural barrier that concealed this small courtyard deep within the mountains."Minmin, after... after I die, *cough*, *cough*... you should take this letter to the Mo family in the city, and find... Mo Haihua."On the bed made of stone and straw, the emaciated old man gasped for breath, his continuous coughing making it difficult for him to complete a sentence. Kneeling by the bed, Minmin's face was ashen, shaking her head, sobbing uncontrollably, "Grandpa, don't... don't die, I don't want you to die."Since she could remember, they had be
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