In that hazy memory of a past life, Xiaocui was always troubled by a deep sense of powerlessness. She remembered being the personal maid of Miss Shen Qingya, the two of them as close as sisters, having gone through countless storms together. However, the cruelty of fate filled their lives with tragedy.
Shen Qingya, a gentle and talented woman, was supposed to have a bright future, but due to her family's indifference and a wrong marriage, she fell into a deep abyss of despair. Li Qingyun, who was once seen by Shen Qingya as a talented future partner, became twisted and mad due to the blows of reality. He not only failed to bring happiness to Shen Qingya but instead brought endless pain and torment.
Xiaocui remembered those days when the light faded from Shen Qingya's eyes, while she herself could only silently endure that sense of helplessness and heartache. She hated her own powerlessness, hated this merciless world, and hated Li Qingyun for pushing Shen Qingya toward the abyss.
However, fate seemed to give her a chance to start over. When she opened her eyes again, she found herself back at the age of six, on the day she was assigned to be by Shen Qingya's side. The sunlight streamed through the window onto her, warm and bright, forming a stark contrast to the gloom of her past life.
Xiaocui knew this was the beginning of her chance to change fate. Her heart was filled with determination; she would protect Shen Qingya, keep her away from Li Qingyun, and ensure that Shen Qingya had a truly happy life. She did not know how difficult this path would be, but she was ready to pay any price.
In this life, she was no longer that helpless maid but rather Shen Qingya's guardian and a challenger of fate. She would use her wisdom and courage to weave a brand new future for Shen Qingya.
Xiaocui stood up and took a deep breath; she could feel the air filled with new hope and possibilities. She knew that from this moment on, her life and Shen Qingya's life would change because of her choices. This was the first day of her rebirth and the first step in changing her destiny.
On the first day of her rebirth, Xiaocui stood in front of Shen Qingya's boudoir door, filled with complex emotions. She knew that from this moment on, she would once again become Shen Qingya's personal maid, but this time she carried the memories of her past life and the determination to change their fate.
Shen Qingya's boudoir remained as elegant as she remembered, with a faint fragrance of flowers mingling with the scent of books, creating a tranquil and warm atmosphere. Xiaocui gently knocked on the door and heard Shen Qingya's gentle voice: "Come in."
She pushed the door open and saw Shen Qingya sitting by the desk by the window, holding a poetry collection in her hands. The sunlight fell on her, adding an ethereal quality to her presence. Xiaocui looked at Shen Qingya, a warm feeling surging in her heart; she knew that this was the person she wanted to protect.
"Miss, good morning," Xiaocui greeted softly, trying to keep her voice calm.
Shen Qingya looked up at Xiaocui, a hint of surprise flashing in her eyes. "Xiaocui, you seem a bit different today."
Xiaocui smiled slightly, concealing her nervousness. "Maybe I woke up a bit early, so I feel particularly good."
Shen Qingya nodded gently, not asking further questions. She simply set down the poetry collection and stood up. "The weather is nice today; let's take a walk in the garden."
Xiaocui followed behind Shen Qingya as they walked out of the room together. The flowers in the garden were blooming vibrantly, and butterflies danced among them; everything seemed so full of life. Xiaocui knew that this was not just a simple stroll but the beginning of establishing a new relationship with Shen Qingya after her rebirth.
As they wandered through the garden, Shen Qingya occasionally stopped to admire a flower or gently touch a leaf. Xiaocui silently observed Shen Qingya's every move, contemplating how to better protect her and how to prevent the tragedies of her past life from repeating.
"Xiaocui, look at this flower; it's so beautiful," Shen Qingya said, pointing to a blooming peony with admiration in her eyes.
Xiaocui stepped forward to closely examine the peony but had other thoughts in mind. "Miss, while this flower is beautiful, it will eventually wither. Why don't we do something more meaningful, like learning new skills or exploring the outside world?"
Shen Qingya turned her head and looked at Xiaocui curiously. "Your thoughts today are quite unique, but they also sound interesting. Do you have any specific suggestions?"
Xiaocui felt a surge of joy in her heart, knowing that her words had piqued Shen Qingya's interest. "Miss, we can start by learning to do accounts. This way, not only can we broaden our knowledge, but it might also help with the affairs of the household."
Shen Qingya smiled slightly, seemingly pleased with Xiaocui's suggestion. "Good idea, let's start from today."
Xiaocui felt secretly delighted; she knew this was just the beginning. She would use her efforts to gradually change Shen Qingya's fate. And all of this would start from this reborn morning, in this garden full of hope.
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