Zhao Yun'er woke up and rubbed her aching forehead. When she opened her eyes, she found herself in an unfamiliar environment.

She was lying on a tattered bed covered with straw. Her body was covered with a thin quilt, which had a musty smell. Around her were dilapidated walls that were covered with dust. There was nothing else in the room except for a dilapidated wooden table that was missing half a leg.

Zhao Yun'er's eyes turned, and she wanted to support her body to get up.

What the hell is this place?

She was a police officer. She chased after a thief on the road and was accidentally hit by a car. When she woke up again, she was already here...

"Mother, you're awake? Does your head still hurt? " At this time, a child walked into the room. He was a boy of three or four years old. His voice was soft, and Zhao Yun'er's heart softened.

However, this child was thin and his face was sallow. His pair of big eyes were sunken in. It was obvious that he was malnourished for a long time. The clothes on his body were also somewhat tattered and did not fit. It looked like they were made from adult clothes. Was there anyone in the modern world who was so poor that they would make their child look like this?

Zhao Yun'er was stunned. For a moment, she was unable to come back to her senses.

Mother? Was this child calling her?

"Mother, why are you ignoring Doudou?" When the child saw that Zhao Yun'er was not speaking, he was a little scared.

"Uh..."

Zhao Yun'er rubbed her forehead and asked uncertainly, "You're Doudou? I'm your mother? "

After Zhao Yun'er said this, the child's bright black eyes were covered with a layer of mist. He looked at Zhao Yun'er pitifully.

"Mother, do you not recognize Doudou?"

Zhao Yun'er looked at the child's aggrieved and sad face and her heart could not help but ache.

"Doudou..."

Her head hurt even more. In an instant, another person's memory emerged in Zhao Yun'er's mind.

Zhao Yun'er knew that this memory did not belong to her.

She had indeed transmigrated and transmigrated into this body. Her name was the same as hers, Zhao Yun'er.

The original Zhao Yun'er went up the mountain to cut firewood. She accidentally tripped and fell, knocked her head, and fainted on the mountain. Fortunately, when the village's hunter Liu Lei went into the mountain, he found Zhao Yun'er and sent Zhao Yun'er back.

However, the original Zhao Yun'er was still dead, and the current Zhao Yun'er's soul crossed over.

"Mother, you don't want Doudou anymore, right …?" The baby began to cry sadly.

Zhao Yun'er's heart was also a little more sour.

This child who was only a few years old, if he lost his mother, how pitiful would that be?

"Doudou, Mother just had a headache and forgot a lot of things. How can I not want Doudou?" Zhao Yun'er softly coaxed. As she spoke, she hugged the child into her arms. "Doudou, don't cry."

The child felt the warmth of Zhao Yun'er's body and immediately stopped crying. The child's face was still stained with sparkling and translucent tears. Zhao Yun'er gently wiped away the tears on the child's face.

At this time, there was a sound of footsteps outside the door.

"Yun'er girl, are you home?" The voice of an old woman sounded outside.

Zhao Yun'er knew from the original owner's memory that this person was her grandmother, Huo Chunhua.

But what did the old woman come to her for?