Zhao Yun'er woke up, her forehead throbbing with pain. When she opened her eyes, she found herself in a strange environment.

Lying on a rickety straw-stuffed bed, covered by a thin sheet that still smelled musty. The walls around were dilapidated, dusty and crumbling. Inside the room there was only a half-broken table, propped up with bricks.

Zhao Yun'er's eyes rolled, wanting to support herself and climb up.

What the heck is this place?

He was a police officer who chased after a robber on the street and was unexpectedly hit by a car. When he woke up again, he ended up here...

"Mother, are you awake? Is your head still hurting?" At that moment, a little boy, three or four years old, walked in from outside. His voice was sweet and tender, making Zhao Yun'er's heart ache.

>However, this doll was thin with a sallow complexion. Its large eyes seemed sunken, clearly the result of long-term malnutrition. The clothes it wore were also tattered and ill-fitting, like they had been altered from an adult's garments. Are there still families this poor in modern times, to treat their children like this?

Zhao Yun'er was stunned for a moment, and for a while, she couldn't come back to her senses.

Mother? Is this child here?

"Mama, why don't you pay attention to DouDou anymore?" The doll saw Zhao Yun'er didn't speak, and felt a little scared in her heart.

"Hmm..."

Zhao Yun'er furrowed her brow, hesitantly asking, "Bean Sprout? Are you my daughter?"

After Zhao Yun'er said this, the doll's pair of black and bright eyes were filled with a layer of mist, looking at Zhao Yun'er pitifully.

"Mother, don't you recognize Dou Dou?"

Zhao Yun'er looked at the doll’s tearful and heartbroken expression, her heart ached for it.

"Doudou..."

"Ugh~" Her head throbbed even more violently. In an instant, memories from another person flooded Zhao Yuner's mind.

Zhao Yun'er knew that this memory didn't belong to her.

It was indeed a journey through time, a leap to the surface of this realm. My name remains the same, Zhao Yun'er just as before.

>Zhao Yun'er was originally chopping wood in the mountains when she accidentally slipped and fell, hitting her head and fainting on the mountain. Fortunately, Liu Lei, a hunter from the village, found Zhao Yun'er when he went up the mountain and brought her back.

But, the original Zhao Yun'er is still dead. The current Zhao Yun'er just transmigrated over.

"Mommy, don't you want Doudou anymore... " The child cried sadly.

Zhao Yun'er’s heart also felt a bit more sour.

How pitiful a child would be if they lost their mother?

"Dou Dou, Mama just had a headache a moment ago and forgot many things. How could I possibly not want Dou Dou?" Zhao Yun'er coaxed softly, holding the child in her arms. "Don't cry, Dou Dou."

The babe, feeling Zhao Yun'er's warmth, stopped crying immediately. Her little face was still dotted with glistening tears, and Zhao Yun'er gently wiped them away from the babe's face.

Just then, there was a sound of footsteps outside the door.

"Yun'er, my girl, are you home?" A woman's voice called from outside.

Zhao Yun'er, through the memories of her original body, knew that this person was Huo Chunhua.

But what is this old woman doing here?