"Mother has been lying here for seven days straight, won't she die…"

"Big brother, what did you say?"

"Mother, don't die, mother, don't die, woo woo..."

Cold, so cold...

Lin Qinghe, who was asleep, was directly jolted awake. She could hear a few muffled voices around her.

I tried to open my eyes, and was met with a few pairs of big, round eyes.

"Oh, Mother's playing dead!"

Several children, upon seeing him wake up, immediately took several steps back, their faces etched with panic.

Lin Qinghe looked at these unfamiliar little heads, curiously blinking her eyes. Who were they?

"Mother, you... not?"

While Lin Qinghe was thinking, a crisp, sweet sound rang out.

Lin Qinghe looked again, a boy held up half a yellow steamed bun, and another boy handed over a bowl of water.

The remaining three children all gathered around again, their eyes filled with worry.

Lin Qinghe's eyes widened, and her heart skipped a beat.

"Thank you, kids!"

Lin Qinghe sat up from the bed, shyly smiled gently at these children, and reached out to take the bowl of water held by the little child.

But several children suddenly froze.

Mother, did you smile at them?

Thank them?

However, Lin Qinghe's hand hadn't reached the bowl yet, when a sudden sharp pain shot through her head...

Foreign memories, like springs, gushed into my mind...

Lin Qinghe, because she was born fat and ugly, was nicknamed "Lin Zhu Bia" by others.

Left Rong, a man from Blind Mountain Village, was unfortunately just a poor hunter.

His wife died in childbirth, leaving him with five children, one of whom is sickly. This adds to the woes of the already impoverished family.

By chance, Lin ZhuBao married Zuo RongYing. A month after their marriage, she accidentally fell into an ice river and died from freezing.

Lin Qinghe spread out her hands, seeing the thick palms. Her ten fingers looked like steamed buns that had been left out in the sun… "This old geezer… He's a real pork belly from this era!"

An accident actually allowed the souls to travel through!

"Mother, what's wrong with you?"

"Mother, where else are you struggling?"

"Mother…"

Seeing Lin Qinghe stare for a long time, the little ones became worried again.

Lin Qinghe suddenly came to her senses, feeling a warmth spreading through her, as if something was melting…

"So this is what it feels like to be a woman!"

Lin Qinghe loves children very much, but she was unable to have children in her past life.

I had already decided to come alone and leave alone, devoting my life to the hot field of medical research...

Now, in this lifetime, I wake up to five or six children aged three or four!

Looking at their red, frozen hands, their skeletal frames resembling bamboo poles, and the bewildered expressions on their faces, Lin Qinghe sighed with pity.

"Mom's fine."

He got out of bed, took the water from a doll's hand and placed it on the table. Then he put their shoes away one by one and carried them to bed.

As they were wrapped in blankets, he asked, "Look at your hands, they're as cold as ice. Are you alright?"

Several dolls were completely dumbfounded.

A pair of innocent and black-and-white eyes stared at Lin Qinghe, without blinking.

Many question marks popped up on his little head.

Mom, will you hold them?

Would you speak to them in such a gentle tone?

Will they still ask that?

Several children didn't respond, but their stomachs rumbled...

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

"Mother, here I've made some food for you all. Wait a moment!"

After finishing, Lin Qinghe closed the window and began looking for something to eat in the house...

Several children watched Lin Qinghe's plump back, each one craning their necks and staring blankly.

A flash of surprise lit up his dark eyes.

"Mother doesn't hit people."

"No more scolding."

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

"My mom just hugged me!"

Old Five read Zhixing's raised, slightly upturned corners. "Mother, it's done~"

After nearly an hour, the kang was heated up, and the room felt much warmer.

Several dolls sat at the table eating steaming noodles made by Lin Qinghe.

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

This house is too poor.

The house was dilapidated.

The rice jar is empty.

After making noodles for the children, there was only a small bag of flour, and a small bag of sorghum, millet, and soybeans left at home.

If we cook one or two more pots of porridge and a few more bowls of noodles, our food will run out at home.

Looking everywhere, each doll's winter clothes consist only of the cotton coat they are wearing now. The rest are spring and summer items.

Lin Qinghe is really heartbroken.

The sky gradually darkened.

After the dolls had eaten and washed themselves clean, they lay on the warm bed, watching their mother's busy and reliable figure. They felt especially at ease in their hearts, and before long, they all fell asleep.

With no electricity, and no lights, Lin Qinghe made a fire in the brazier very bright. She used the firelight to clean and organize her house.

I'm a bit of a neat freak, I like things clean and tidy, and I don't like a messy house...

Just as Lin Qinghe was cleaning, the big door suddenly swung open. Cold wind and flying snow drifted in.

Lin Qinghe left. A man in black, wearing a patched cloak and a straw raincoat woven from reeds, stood at the doorway.

The cloak covered most of his face, and through the dim light, one could only see a round, slightly square lower jaw closed tight.

He exuded an indescribable coldness and detachment from the world.

As their gaze lifted, their eyes met!!!

(The End)

(Editor in charge：the second eunuch regains his manhood novel)