The house in front of her, painted snow white, had its old paper windows all replaced with bright, transparent glass ones.
Looking down at the ground, it was no longer the yellow mud floor of the past, but now completely cemented, smooth and even, with the door also replaced—a new door painted in its natural wood color.
The family used to be very poor.
Everyone in the neighborhood was fixing up their homes, but only they could not afford it.
She had to go to school, her foolish elder brother wanted to take a wife, their father's hand was injured, and the little money he made each month was barely enough to scrape by, leaving virtually nothing to spare.
The reality before her eyes told her that everything from before was just a "dream." Awake now, everything had changed.
She was a participant, even a changer, but she could not remember a thing; her mind was a blank space, unable to recall anything.
Thinking of something, she hesitated, "You say I'm running a business now?"
