Chapter 1: Reborn at Eight Years Old

  By my ear, it seems that there was a rustling sound coming over, and suddenly there were several loud noises, making a big fuss, so unreal.

  Between breaths, a faint musty smell lingered, as if it was the scent of bedding and clothes that had not seen sunlight for many days.

  Cheng Zihan tried to move a little, and there was nothing uncomfortable on her body, she just felt that her body was a bit soft, and there was nothing else.

  Her eyelids felt heavy, and Cheng Zihang lay lazily, somewhat unwilling to move. Her brain slowly started turning, memories returning one by one to her somewhat blank mind. The sour feeling in her heart couldn't be shaken off.

  Is he dead? Is this heaven? Where's Tong? How is she now? Zhou Ziran...

  Thinking of this name, the tearing pain in my heart has intensified again. I really want to see him one last time and ask clearly what happened to him...

  Suddenly, there were light footsteps coming over, and then a rough but warm big hand gently covered Cheng Zihan's forehead. Only then did a familiar voice let out a sigh of relief and say, "Finally broke the fever."

  Cheng Zihan suddenly opened her eyes and stared at the person in front of her in disbelief.

  The light in the house was somewhat dim, but it didn't prevent her from seeing the person in front of her clearly. His dark skin, sturdy and tall build, wearing a dark green Chinese tunic suit, seemed to be more than ten years different from what she remembered. Was this... her father?

  Cheng Zihan began to observe the surroundings, the dimly lit room, only a weak light through the window gap spilled in, making the room inside had some brightness. There were two beds in the room, on the opposite bed, the quilt was folded neatly, and the somewhat black mosquito net was hooked up by the two copper hooks on the bed curtain. The wall was painted with white lime, this house, it was clearly eighteen years ago his own home!

  Eighteen years ago, when I was eight years old?

  This realization made Cheng Zihan's whole body tremble, she subconsciously lowered her head to take a look at herself, and when she saw those small arms and legs, her mind went blank for a moment, and she couldn't react for a while.

  Cheng Hai looked at his daughter, who had suddenly sat up and was looking around, sometimes with a bewildered expression and sometimes with a shocked one. He reached out to touch her forehead again, feeling relieved that the temperature had gone down. "Xiao Huan, you've finally woken up after sleeping for two days," he said. "Get up and go eat something. Your mom has cooked some congee for you."

  Cheng Hai said as he reached out to take a red coat that was placed aside and handed it over to Cheng Zihan, letting her put it on.

  Cheng Zihan mechanically put on her clothes and followed Cheng Hai out of the room, seeing a somewhat empty living room with only one wooden sofa bed, a simple square table, four iron legs under the table, and a tablecloth covering it. Several people were already seated around the table.

  Cheng Zihan looked back one by one: grandfather, grandmother, little sister, mother...

  This warm scene made her want to cry again and again.

  She thought she would never see her loved ones again, but unexpectedly, heaven gave her a second chance at life, allowing her to return to the past and start anew.

  When Cheng Zihan came out, Li Lan just slightly raised her eyes, looked at her for a moment, and then said lightly: "Come over to eat breakfast."

  Although her mother's attitude was still as bad as ever, Cheng Zihan felt a sense of familiarity with this feeling. She hastily responded and sat down in an empty seat, picked up a bowl with a small broken corner, and savored the bland and tasteless white porridge.

  Li Lan looked at Cheng Zihuan with some surprise, who seemed like a different person after his serious illness, but she didn't think much of it.

  After having breakfast, Cheng Hai and Li Lan went to work in the fields, leaving behind Cheng Zihang with his sister at home. Of course, there were also grandparents at home, but...

  Cheng Zihan glanced at the two old men who were still cold-faced, as if someone owed them tens of millions and hadn't paid back. Even though it had been many years since they passed away and reincarnated into this era, Cheng Zihan couldn't find a sense of belonging to her relatives when facing them.

  It seemed that he felt Cheng Zihan's measuring gaze, and Cheng Shihao looked at her indifferently, humming a cold hum before turning around and entering the room.

  Cheng Zihan helplessly shrugged and took her sister Cheng Zixi out for a walk, not knowing where Yitong was now or if she had also returned to this era.

  Looking at the familiar yet strange surroundings, Cheng Zihan's thoughts were also drifting very far away.

  Suddenly, a faint sighing sound burst into her mind, followed by a somewhat weak male voice that echoed in her mind, "Miss, before you worry about your friend, can you first worry about me?"