C1 (2/2)

These hands were not hers. She had been pampered ever since she was little. She would never have a pair of shriveled, shriveled hands like these. This body was also not hers! Thinking back to the plane crash, she sighed and accepted the fact that she had crossed over.

It looked like he was out of luck. He had caught up with the big trend, but he didn't manage to get into a good family. Everyone else belonged to the princess and his wife.

Su Zhi facepalmed, glancing at the two little fellows who were staring at her anxiously before their bed, that line: I'm not your mother, and I've been forced back.

She didn't have experience as a mother. Before the plane crash, she was still on her way to England to be an exchange student. When she opened her eyes again, she had already become their mother.

”Mom, does your wound still hurt?”

A Jin looked at the bruise on her forehead, her eyes revealing pain and worry.

”Hoo hoo, it won't hurt.”

The two year old little girl propped up her feet and seriously blew on her wound.

Su Zhi's face was covered in blood as she consoled, ”Mother is fine, just knocked into her head. There are so many things that I can't remember.”

For example, why was there only the three of them in the family, and where was the child's father? Seeing how dilapidated this house was, it couldn't be an unlucky widow, right?

A Jin sensibly handed her a bowl of water and took out half a sweet potato, which was not even the size of his fist.

”Mom, I'll give it to you to eat.”

Before she could take the other half of the sweet potato, A Jin's stomach let out a long 'gu gu' sound.

He embarrassedly touched his belly as his cheeks flushed.

Su Zhi smiled and pushed back his hand that was holding the sweet potato. ”Eat it yourself.”

”A Jin is not hungry, feed her mother.”

Su Zhi looked at the two skinny and obviously malnourished little bun and felt a little heartache.

She got out of bed and prepared to cook. When the rice jar was opened, there was only a thick layer of dust inside, not a single grain of rice!

It was a difficult task for a woman to make a meal.

She wandered around for a while, but other than the half of the sweet potato the boy had just given her, she could not find any other food that could be cooked.

”Jin, where's your dad?”

Su Zhi rubbed her head, feeling a little disheartened. This family was broke through to the bottom of the earth, and could not even keep up their worries.

Without a man to manage their livelihood, it would be impossible for them to pull two children by relying on a weak woman.