There were no more grains in the house, and in an attempt to feed her children, she exhausted all methods, but still, one of them starved to death.
A mother's heart is always with her child. Seeing her daughter's corpse, Lady Du's heart shattered into pieces. If it weren't for the other three young ones, she would have followed her daughter in death by now!
"Mother, we're all to blame. Older Sister starved to death because she saved her share of food for us. We're sorry, Older Sister, sob sob sob..."
At the edge of the kang (traditional Chinese bed-stove), three children of different ages wailed, "Older Sister, it's our fault, we've harmed you, sob sob sob..."
The older girl, dragging her two younger brothers, knelt at the edge of the kang, and forcefully performed a head knocking ritual in front of the body lying rigidly on the kang.
"Thump - thump - thump - "
"Older Sister, I'm sorry, Older sister, I'm sorry..."
The deafening cries and the sound of their heads knocking, like an ethereal dream, drifted into Mu Caiwei's ears, so annoying it gave her a headache; newly awakened, Mu Caiwei had a strong feeling - she was famished!
Extremely, extremely hungry, so hungry that she wanted to dig out her stomach and eat it kind of hungry!
With her dizzy mind spinning from the hunger, she, who was originally the chief bodyguard of the president of Country A - while accompanying the president out-of-country, was sent to this world by a bomb from a political adversary...
"Older Sister, you shouldn't have lied to us saying you had eaten..."
"Sob sob sob... Older Sister, wake up, if you die, we'll never be at ease in our entire lives..."
With a headache from the noise, and a stomachache from the hunger, she was in complete discomfort...
Furrowing her brows, Mu Caiwei coughed once, forced open her dry eyelids, and the first thing she saw were four tear-streaked, gaunt, withered faces.
"Oh my, it's a miracle! Blessed Emperor Bodhisattva, Wei'er, you're not dead! That's great, that's really great, Thank Buddha for his blessings..."
Seeing Mu Caiwei open her eyes, Lady Du jumped up, her incoherent speech showing her joy. While she was hurriedly wiping her tears with the hem of her dress, she stood up and anxiously said, "Wei'er, good child, we have food at home now. Really, you wait, Mother will serve it for you."
With that, she rushed out like the wind.
At this point, Mu Caiwei's both eyes were fully open. She blankly looked at the dark thatched cottage, then again at the three yellow, thin, tender faces in front of her, she already guessed that she had time-traveled.
Due to the lack of strength, her dry, cracked lips moved slightly, it seemed that the Annual Salary of Tens of Millions International Top Bodyguard from the modern era had become a poor wretch that starved to death here!
"That's great, Older Sister, you woke up, I thought you had starved to death..."
The seven or eight-year-old boy, with a tear-streaked and reddened nose, leaned his gray and sallow face on Mu Caiwei's quilt; His patched clothing tugged at one's heartstrings.
"Tut tut tut, Wen'er, don't talk nonsense, what's all this about death and life, isn't it inauspicious? Older Sister surely will live a long life."
"Uh-huh, Second Sister is right. It's Wen'er who can't speak properly. Older Sister will definitely live a long life, definitely..."
Little Wen'er nodded his head like a pecking chicken, his skinny little hands clutching Mu Caiwei's hand tightly, as if afraid she would run away.
"Here it comes, here comes the porridge..." The broken curtain door opened, and Lady Du came in with a swift pace, holding a bowl of coarse porcelain, her swollen, tear-stained face beaming with happiness.
"Wei'er, wake up and eat porridge. Fei'er, Wu'er, quickly help your Older Sister up."