Chapter 1 Overwork Death — Wearing Through

After noon, the atmosphere at Old Master Yongzhi's house in Jia Village was filled with grief.

"Anian, my child, wake up! Please don't sleep, I can't lose you."

The sound of a woman's weeping came from a room, piercing everyone's ears with its gut-wrenching sorrow. On the bed, a thin young girl gently lifted her finger...

He strained to open his eyes, the world blurry before him. A splitting headache pounded in his temples, and unwelcome memories flooded his mind, making it difficult for him to adjust. It took a while before he could make out the scene before him.

I actually crossed over! Because I overworked myself to death, I was transported to this ancient time that I've never heard of before. And now I have a four-year-old child in my care.

The original owner's mother, Ning Qingqiu, was sprawled on the bed, clutching herself and sobbing loudly. There were a few people surrounding her, their figures indistinct in the dim light. An Nian couldn't make out their expressions clearly, but she knew that these were all relatives of the original owner, and now, also relatives of hers.

The original name was An Nian, the only child of the old man's family for three generations. Although everyone in the family pampered her, she had a weak constitution since birth and never got well. She couldn't be separated from medicine every day.

Even, most of the time, I can only spend my days in bed. Only occasionally do I get to leave it and be truly alive.

This sudden illness, someone deliberately took me to the riverbank, and then, I don't know who pushed me into the river from behind.

The original soul was already weak, caught a cold and developed a high fever for several days. The original owner couldn't endure it and passed away. When they opened their eyes again, their soul had been replaced by someone else.

But the original owner was only a four-year-old child, who could have such deep hatred and actually push someone into the river to drown them?

"My child!" Ning Qingqiu could no longer hold back, and suddenly burst into tears of anguish.

"Cough cough, mother...don't cry..."

An Nian gritted her teeth and spoke, her voice weak and powerless, small like a mosquito, but still heard by Xin Xie'er's Ning Qingqiu.

"... Nian Ba'er... Is that you speaking?"

Ning Qingqiu cautiously raised her head, thinking she had misheard.

"Mother!" he cried out with effort, trying to force a smile.

“Think… Think of Bao’er… Woooo… You’re awake…”

Ning Qingqiu's voice cracked with tears, she choked on her sobs.

"Nianba'er, is there anything else that bothers you? Tell me." The old woman sat by the bed, her heart aching at An Nian's thin and sallow complexion.

"An Nian raised her pale, weak face and offered a smile that she thought was her sweetest."

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No matter how sweetly she smiled, she was simply too weak. That weakness touched the old woman's heart with pity.

This child has suffered since birth. If we let him go, perhaps things could be better, but would they ever be willing to do that?

An Nian looked at the crowd of people in the room, their faces filled with concern. Her gaze lingered on a woman in her thirties—Zhao Cuifen, the original owner's aunt.

It's intriguing to note the reasons behind the presentation.

When others saw An Nian wake up, they were all overjoyed. However, in their eyes there was a hint of panic, and the smiles on their faces seemed strained, as if they hadn't expected An Nian to recover.

In the original owner's final memory, besides the terror of being suddenly pushed into the river and water gushing into his nose and mouth, struggling continuously in the water, the only impression was that hurried leaving figure. That figure was unusually familiar.

And, she resembles the so-called aunt I saw earlier. It's very possible that the person who pushed the original owner into the water is her.

Perhaps sensing An Nian's gaze, Zhao Cuifen looked up. An Nian's eyes were clear and profound, staring straight at her without blinking, as if she could see through people with a single glance.

A little scared, could it be that An Nian discovered what I did?

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