Cold, so cold...

Lin Qinghe, who was in a coma, woke up from the cold, and a few child's voices came to his ears.

Da Bao said, "Mother has been lying here motionless for seven days. Is she dead..."

Er Bao: "Big brother, what nonsense are you spouting?"

Wu Bao: "Mother, not dead, mother, not dead, wu wu..."

Er Bao: "Fifth sister, I'm not dead yet. I'm still angry! Third brother, where's my medicine?"

"Father went out to buy it..."

"..."

Lin Qinghe opened his eyes and saw a few round eyes.

When they saw that she had woken up, they immediately took a few steps back and panicked expressions appeared on their faces.

Lin Qing He looked at these unfamiliar little bit heads and blinked her eyes curiously.

She remembered that she finished a research and went to climb the mountain on a whim. As a result, an accident happened when she was in the air, and she fell down from the sky with the car...

Could it be that she didn't die and was saved by the people at the foot of the mountain?

"Mother, are you... thirsty?"

While Lin Qinghe was pondering, a clear, sweet, and child's voice rang out.

Lin Qing He looked over again. A boy was holding up a half-yellow nest for her, and a boy was handing over a bowl of water.

The rest of the children gathered around her again, looking at her with worry in their eyes.

Lin Qinghe's eyes moved, and his heart was touched.

She liked children very much, but she was a person who could not bear children. She had planned to come and go alone for a lifetime for the love of life...

It turned out that it was this kind of feeling to be called a mother!

It was so warm, as if something was melting...

"Thank you, little boy!"

Lin Qinghe sat up from the bed. She smiled shyly at these children and reached for the bowl of water held by the children.

The children were stunned.

Mom, are you smiling at them?

"And thank them?"

However, before Lin Qinghe's hand touched the bowl, he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his brain...

The strange memories poured into her mind like a spring...

Lin Qinghe was born to be fat and ugly, so he was nicknamed Lin Zhusan.

Zuo Xuying was a handsome man from the Blind Village. Unfortunately, he was a poor hunter.

His wife died of a difficult life, leaving him with five children. One of them was even a medicine jar, which made the poor family even more desperate.

Coincidentally, Lin Zhusan married Zuo Rongying. After more than a month's marriage, she was not satisfied with her poor and boring life. She had a private date with the adulterous man and accidentally fell into the ice river and was frozen to death...

Lin Qinghe spread out his hands and saw a thick palm. His ten fingers were as thick as a hair pie... Her master... She was now a pig in this era!

An accident had caused her soul to time-travel!

"Mom, what's wrong?"

"Mom, what's wrong with you?"

"Mom..."

Looking at Lin Qinghe in a daze for a long time, these children called her out of concern.

Lin Qinghe came back to his senses and laughed at himself.

In her previous life, she had never dreamed of being a mother. In this life, when she opened her eyes, she would have five or four children!

Looking at their red hands, skinny bodies, and helpless expressions on their faces, Lin Qinghe sighed with pity.

She got out of bed, put the water in a doll's hand on the table, took off their shoes one by one, and carried them to the bed.

While holding a quilt to wrap them, he asked, "Your hands are as cold as snow. Are you hungry?"

The children were all stunned.

They stared at Lin Qinghe unblinkingly with their innocent, black and white eyes.

A lot of question marks appeared on her small head.

Mom, will you hug them?

Why would he talk to them in such a gentle tone?

Would they ask if they were hungry?

The children did not return to her, but their stomachs were growling...

Lin Qinghe touched the heads of these pitiful children and sighed again.

"Mom is going to cook for you. Wait a minute!"

After that, Lin Qinghe closed the window and began to search for food in the room...

The children stared at Lin Qinghe's chubby figure. All of them stretched out their necks, staring blankly at him.

A look of pleasant surprise flashed across his jet-black eyes.

"Mom won't hit anyone."

"Stop cursing."

"Mother, are you going to cook for us?"

"Mom hugged me just now!"

Little Five raised his pink lips excitedly and said, "Mom, it's done."

After nearly two hours, the brick bed was heated up.

The room was much warmer.

Several babies sat on the table and ate the hot noodles made by Lin Qinghe.

Lin Qinghe was looking for clothes for the five babies in the cabinet.

This home was too poor.

The house was in a mess.

The rice pot was full.

After making noodles for the babies, there was only a small bag of flour and a small bag of sorghum and millet.

After cooking one or two more pots of porridge and a few more servings of noodles, their family would be short of food.

Looking around, only the cotton-padded clothes they were wearing in winter were available.

The rest of them were single clothes for the Spring and Summer Festival.

Lin Qinghe's heart really ached to death.

The sky gradually darkened.

After eating and washing, the babies lay on the warm bed. Looking at their mother's busy figure, they felt very at ease and fell asleep soon.

Without electricity and lights, Lin Qinghe set the brazier on fire. He cleaned it up with the light and tidied up the house.

She had a bit of mysophobia. She liked to be clean and tidy, and she didn't like the mess at home...

Just as Lin Qinghe was cleaning up, the tightly shut door was suddenly pushed open. Cold wind and flying snow drifted in.

Lin Qinghe looked over and saw a man wearing a worn cloak, a straw woven raincoat, and a black gown standing at the door.

The cloak covered most of his face. Through the dim light, she could only see his round and square chin and tightly closed red lips.

He had an air of unspeakable coldness and otherworldly temperament.

As soon as she raised her eyes, they met.

A pair of deep and bright black eyes, and a handsome face...

Lin Qinghe's pupils constricted and he lowered his head subconsciously.

What a handsome man!

"He's so handsome that I can't even look at him more..."

This was her beautiful husband, Zuo Rongying!

Zuo Rong glanced at her and looked away. His eyes fell on the dolls lying on the brick bed. His expression changed and he hung the bow and arrow on his back on the wall...

Lin Qinghe went up to him and asked, "Haven't you eaten yet?"

Zuo reminded her without any emotion and handed the pack of medicine hanging on the wall to her.

"Go pack up your things and I'll take you home!"

"Ah?"

Lin Qinghe raised his head and looked at his mysterious face. He then understood: He wanted to chase her away!

"I... Well, can we break up?"