Pocketing the jade pendant, Su Cui slowly climbed the stairs, leaning on the railing, and walked home. Ah, when people get older, they tend to lack calcium. In the past, she used to take calcium supplements—three times a day, very troublesome! But now, thanks to transmigration, she had a sturdy and muscular body that was as effective as five calcium tablets, so convenient!
Look at her Su Cui: no more back pain, no more leg pain. She could go up five flights of stairs without breaking a sweat!
Could she have done this when she was young?
Could she?
Yeah!
As long as she was beautiful.
Su Cui leaned on the railing and sighed deeply.
When she was young, she was always out of breath and dissatisfied with herself. Now she was awesome, but her youth was gone. The feeling in her heart... the old lady Su Cuihua she transmigrated into didn't seem like someone who had been paralyzed in bed for over ten years. This sturdy and robust body was too strange.
Arriving at the front door, Su Cui looked at the lucky character "福" pasted on the door. She tore it off. It was so tattered—she had to buy a new one tomorrow!
Even if her appearance changed, she still had to live life well!
She knocked on the door with a bent finger.
Soon, the door opened from inside. Her freebie granddaughter blinked her big, sparkling eyes, radiant with joy, and said in a cheerful voice, "Grandma, you're back! Why didn't you wait for me to come down and pick you up? Was the movie good?"
"Great! It was super good!" Su Cui said affectionately, patting her granddaughter's head. She entered the house and sat down. "Grandma even acted in a scene herself!"
"You're teasing me again." Su Baixue brought Su Cui a glass of warm water.
Su Cui took it with a chuckle and took a sip. She thought, this girl—how was she raised? So delicate and adorable. She was much prettier than Su Cui had been at her age—clear eyes, red lips, white teeth, and skin...
Su Cui put the water glass down heavily on the table.
Damn, looking closely, her granddaughter, wearing a small spaghetti-strap top at home, was the very image of the female lead in an erotic novel!
Her clothes hid her figure, but any exposure revealed a truly hot body—curvy in all the right places, and her skin felt... um, Su Cui grabbed her freebie granddaughter's arm and touched it.
Wow, it really was like silk—cool and silky smooth, so hard to let go. Su Cui wept silently inside; she was so envious of this skin.
"Grandma, are you sleepy?" Su Baixue saw Su Cui stroking her arm without speaking. Not knowing what she was thinking, a nostalgic look appeared in her eyes. She gently knelt down and rested her head on Su Cui's lap. It was like a weary bird returning to its nest, or a chick soaked by the rain finally diving under a hen's big wings.
Clearly, this was an old woman on the verge of death.
But the girl nestled so peacefully, her expression so happy.
Su Cui was a bit at a loss being cuddled like this. Perhaps remnants of Su Cuihua's original memories lingered in her heart. Seeing Su Baixue like this suddenly made her very sad—her eyes stung, and her heart felt tight. A flood of memories from the paralyzed old lady Su Cuihua surged into her mind.
"...Grandma?"
"Grandma!"
Everything went black. Su Cui pitched forward in Su Baixue's frightened scream.
When Su Cui regained consciousness, her first reaction was not fear but joy—had she transmigrated back? But she couldn't open her eyes. A breeze from somewhere blew a feather-light feather that landed between her closed eyes.
Fragments of many memories flashed through Su Cui's mind, like a fleeting panorama—mostly silent.
Please!
Help me...
A hoarse, low voice abruptly sounded in her mind—a very familiar voice.
In a daze, Su Cui smelled chicken soup at the tip of her nose. She opened her mouth, but no soup entered. Urgently, she opened her mouth and spoke—but what came out was—
"Ah Xue, run!"
Su Cui froze.
That wasn't what she wanted to say.
Whose consciousness was she in?
Su Cuihua's?
Grandma, what's wrong?
Su Baixue's voice was still as clear and gentle as a lark. Though Su Cui couldn't see, she could feel the girl's footsteps approaching, about to reach her, then suddenly stop.
Who is it? Don't knock, I'll be right there... Strange, who's here at this hour? Grandma, wait a moment.
Then.
Moving farther away...
"Grandma! What's wrong?" Su Baixue propped Su Cui up against a cabinet. "Grandma!"
Su Cui jolted awake and grabbed Su Baixue's hand that was shaking her.
"Grandma, are you okay? I called 120, the ambulance will be here soon!"
In front of Su Baixue—tear-streaked and panicked, staring at her—Su Cui was dazed for a moment. She snapped back, pursed her lips, and said, "I'm fine... Grandma's fine, just a little dizzy. Don't worry."
"How can I not worry? Is your head still hurting?" Su Baixue ran to the kitchen, poured hot water, wrung out a hot towel, burning her fingers to keep it warm. She trotted back to Su Cui's room and carefully placed the towel on Su Cui's forehead.
"Grandma, let's apply this. It'll definitely ease the headache."
Su Cui said, "Good child... pour Grandma a glass of hot water."
Su Baixue nodded. "Mm!"