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"My poor daughter, please wake up—daughter, daughter!"
In her stupor, Ziyan felt as if someone was constantly shaking her weak and limp body.
She struggled to open her eyes and saw that the person calling her was none other than her biological mother, Zhou.
Something was off!
Ziyan took a closer look: it was indeed her mother, but she had an ancient hairstyle and was wearing coarse cloth clothing from a distant rural era. Most astonishingly, she looked much younger than her modern mother—
Ziyan quickly tried to gather her thoughts.
Then she scanned the entire room with her eyes. She was shocked to find that the furnishings were so antiquated that she had only seen such layouts in historical dramas. Looking up, she noticed that the ceiling was made of thatch, and the walls were made of raw red clay bricks.
Slowly coming to her senses, Ziyan, unable to accept the current situation, chose to close her eyes again.
She thought: Impossible! No way! How could this be possible?
So she pinched her thigh hard; this was too surreal!
For years, she had persistently bought a sports lottery ticket and a welfare lottery ticket every day, yet after several years, she had never won a prize exceeding a hundred yuan.
As Ziyan desperately did not want to open her eyes and face such a miserable reality,
her mother's gentle and caring voice came again: "Your father, our daughter is awake! Please go prepare some fish and make some fish soup for her. She hasn't had a drop of water in three days! My poor daughter!"
At that moment, an "mm" response came from outside, and her mother hurriedly ran out while continuing to speak.
Ziyan slowly opened her eyes again; everything remained the same.
She had traveled through time!
But why was this time travel so strange? Her biological mother was still her biological mother but much younger. She was still herself, and when she raised her hand suddenly, Ziyan realized she was also dressed in ancient clothing.
Upon closer observation, it became evident that both his arms and hands appeared much more pallid and frail than the version of himself from before.
Thinking of his younger mother, he looked down at his lower body and finally realized that his entire physique had undergone a significant change.
Gazing at the old dressing table beside the bed, which held a slightly gleaming copper mirror, Ziyan quickly got out of bed and looked into the mirror: this was far from the face he had in the last century.
At that moment, he looked pale and thin, with a frail and delicate figure. It could be said that he had regressed at least six to seven years.
When he was pushed off the cliff by the Drug Lord and Red Sister, he was 23 years old, but now he seemed to be only around fourteen or fifteen. He had already reverted back to his teenage years.
Mama Mia! This pace is too shocking!
In a state of panic and helplessness, Ziyan could only utter this phrase.
After about half an hour, a fragrant aroma of food wafted in from outside.
Ziyan, who had already climbed back into bed intending to continue pretending to sleep, suddenly felt his stomach rumbling with hunger.
Moments later, a tall and robust middle-aged man, likely in his late thirties or early forties, entered carrying a bowl of food.
Ziyan recognized him as his biological father from his previous life, Zi Lao Er. Of course, at this moment, he also appeared much younger than the father from that timeline.
"Yan'er, get up and eat something. You've been sleeping for three days; your mother is worried sick about you. She’s really afraid you might sleep forever," he said gently as he placed the food down, casting a loving glance at the weak Ziyan before turning to leave.
Following closely behind was his mother, Zhou, who entered with a basin of warm water.
"Come on, my poor daughter! Hurry up and wash up. After you’re done, eat more; today we have beef stew with potatoes and fresh fish soup!"
As Zhou spoke, Ziyan saw his father returning from outside with a bowl of fragrant fish soup. Already starving to the point where his stomach felt like it was touching his back, Ziyan couldn't help but swallow hard.
At that moment, there was no time for further thought or hesitation. Ziyan silently shouted in his heart: Damn it! Who cares what world this is? If the sky falls, I'll just use it as a blanket. First things first—let's eat!
Ziyan quickly got out of bed and hurriedly washed her face and rinsed her mouth. With a swift motion of her sleeves, she picked up her food and began to eat ravenously.
Her mother, seeing her anxious demeanor, couldn't help but call out, "Slow down, my dear! Don't choke!"
Normally, one would feel a bit happier about being reunited with their biological parents after crossing over. However, Ziyan did not share that sentiment because her former parents held little affection for her.
In her previous life, her parents had given birth to four daughters in hopes of having a son to carry on the family name. She was the youngest, and the family was extremely poor, unable to support so many children.
Yet, in their desperation to continue having children—still hoping for a male heir—they made a heartless decision to abandon Little Ziyan, who had just been born a few days prior, at the entrance of an orphanage.
Thus, Ziyan spent over seven cold years in that orphanage until she was finally adopted by Adoptive Father and his wife on her seventh birthday.
From that moment on, she began a life filled with happiness and comfort, akin to that of a little princess.
Indeed, Ziyan was fortunate. Adoptive Father and his wife treated her as their own child, and they were well-off; Adoptive Father was an official in the Public Security Bureau of Provincial Capital, while her adoptive mother was a high school teacher.
After arriving in Otherworld, Ziyan, having eaten her fill, stepped out of her room to explore. She discovered that she was now in an incredibly beautiful and serene place that resembled a paradise.
Surrounded by towering mountains, there was a winding slope in front of the house that gently descended into the distance—
Not far away flowed a river that was neither too wide nor too narrow, crystal clear like a jade ribbon. The distant green mountains encircled the area, with mist gracefully spreading toward the horizon. The sunset cast a fiery glow over the entire Field, making it vibrant and dazzling.
Ziyan marveled at the scenery: wasn't this picturesque landscape by the mountains and water exactly what she had dreamed of since childhood in her previous life?
Abandoned by her parents at the orphanage in County Town, she had endured disdain and bullying from some caregivers and often thought about escaping. She longed for a place with high mountains and clear waters—a beautiful environment.
If only she could raise a group of various beloved animals and live peacefully with them in seclusion without worries—how wonderful would that be?
Little did she expect that after being pushed off a cliff by the drug dealer known as Red Sister, she would actually cross over to this dreamlike place she had always yearned for.
"Wait!"
Ziyan, while feeling emotional, looked at her biological parents who were busy in the courtyard. It seemed that aside from their significant change in age, their attitude towards her was also vastly different from before! They felt like completely different people.
"My daughter, why are you out? You should still be resting in bed since your body hasn't fully recovered."
Just as Ziyan was lost in thought, struggling to believe the current situation, a caring voice pulled her back to reality.
Turning around, Ziyan saw her father—Zi Lao Er.
In this life, her father’s eyes were filled with endless love and compassion!
In her previous life, although she eventually reunited with her biological parents, there had always been a barrier between them in her heart that she could never fully erase no matter how hard she tried.
"Oh! It's nothing, Father. I—I'm just feeling a bit stuffy inside the room, so I came out for some fresh air. It feels better this way. You go ahead and keep busy; I'll just walk around a bit."
Ziyan snapped back to reality and coughed awkwardly a few times to cover up her earlier distraction.
"Well! That's fine, but you still need to be careful."
With that, Zi Lao Er picked up the axe from the ground and prepared to continue chopping firewood.
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