At that time, Jiang Anxia, ​​who was at home, had no idea that her child had sold her.

She was fast asleep at the time, unaware of what day it was.

Whether she will find out in the future is unknown.

However, it's highly unlikely, because no one will tell her.

Jiang Anxia is now paralyzed in bed and unwilling to move an inch.

"I feel sleepy after eating," that's exactly how Jiang Anxia is right now.

She'd only been awake a short while, so why was she sleepy again? I wondered.

A small head with a big question mark.

Could this be the legendary "full-sleep"? I think that's what it's called!

Jiang Anxia's mind was hazy, and her thoughts were starting to become unclear.

After a while, Jiang Anxia's light, steady breathing could be clearly heard.

Jiang Nanqiu gently knocked on Jiang Anxia's door, but after a while, she didn't hear anything.

Immediately, Jiang Nanqiu disregarded everything else and hurriedly opened the door and went inside.

He could see a ball of anger rising on the kang (a heated brick bed).

If someone doesn't know how to cover themselves with a blanket while sleeping, what will happen if they get sick?

In the end, all his anger turned into a deep sigh. He walked to the edge of the kang (a heated brick bed) and carefully pulled the quilt over Jiang Anxia's body.

Of course, before covering her with the blanket, Jiang Anxia's coat and shoes were taken off.

Having done everything, Jiang Nanqiu tiptoed out, having already forgotten about what he had come to tell Jiang Anxia.

It's nothing serious anyway, we'll find out later.

Time slipped by gently, and in the blink of an eye, it was Jiang Anxia's seventeenth birthday.

Jiang Anxia slept until 10 a.m. as usual, having long forgotten her own birthday.

Because in her previous life, she had never had a child after her parents passed away.

And now, naturally, they won't remember any of that.

All she needs to remember is how old she is; nothing else matters to her.

The Jiang family got up early in the morning to prepare a good meal to celebrate Jiang Anxia's birthday.

This is Xia Bao's birthday, so it's something they definitely want to celebrate.

At the county's train station, a man carrying large and small bags struggled to squeeze through the crowded throng.

Once outside the train station, the man let out a long sigh.

He can finally go home, and he even chose such a special day, hoping that Xiaxia will be very happy to see him.

The man walked happily toward his home, a place that brought him peace of mind.

It seems the weather knew it was Jiang Anxia's birthday today; the snow that had been falling for several days stopped, and the sun came out.

The snow on the rooftops and treetops was slowly melting under the sunlight, forming water droplets that dripped onto the ground.

Tick-tock...tick-tock...

Jiang Anxia woke up in this environment, and she stretched in bed.

"Aww..." Feeling great, Jiang Anxia withdrew her hand, took out her clothes from under the covers, and put them on in bed.

When she got out of bed, she was already dressed.

She wore a light blue coat, black pants, and her hair was still loose.

Jiang Anxia yawned softly, her eyes still hazy, as if she hadn't woken up yet.

Shaking her head, Jiang Anxia calmed herself down and picked up a comb from the drawer to smooth her hair.

It combed right to the bottom in one go, without a single tangle. (Author: Envious...)

She quickly braided two braids that hung down on either side of her shoulders.

After tidying herself up, Jiang Anxia opened the door, but closed it again the next second.

Oh my god! It's so cold! She's wearing so many layers, how come she's still so cold?

With no other option, Jiang Anxia grabbed a bunch of hand warmers from her spatial storage and stuck them on her body one by one.

One piece for each shoulder blade, one piece for the belly, and one piece for each of the two long legs.

Jiang Anxia was truly grateful that she had stockpiled a lot of hand warmers in her space; otherwise, she would have had to rely on her own righteous spirit to get through the winter.

I rubbed my hands together, put away the things related to the hand warmers, and mustered up the courage to reopen the door.

After a moment of silence, she quietly pulled up her scarf and covered the lower half of her face. Her body was no longer cold, but her face and hands were!

The breath he exhaled was all white mist.

When will this freezing weather end?!

"You're up? Go wash up first, then have breakfast." Mother Jiang came out of the main room carrying a winnowing basket filled with freshly dried vegetables.

They are all sun-dried in the hot summer. Soak them in water before use, and stir-fry them as usual.

"Okay," Jiang Anxia replied in a muffled voice.

She slowly went to wash up under her mother's watchful eye.

After brushing her teeth and washing her face, Jiang Anxia appeared in the kitchen in less than ten minutes.

Jiang's mother was busy in the kitchen.

"Mom, what day is it today? There's so much stuff!" Jiang Anxia asked her mother curiously, looking at the ingredients piled up on the stove.

Jiang's mother looked at Jiang Anxia with a puzzled expression, "Have you forgotten? Today is your birthday!"

Could it be that he slept too much and became stupid? He doesn't look like it!

"Birthday?" Jiang Anxia touched her head and thought for a moment.

It seems so! She's long forgotten when her birthday is.

"Do you remember now?" Jiang's mother asked without looking up as she dealt with the things in her hands.

"I remember now." Jiang Anxia tilted her head, looking intently at her mother.

It feels so good to have someone remember my birthday, even if I've forgotten it for years.

All of this was given to her by the original owner; without the original owner, she would not have possessed these things.

As she thought about it, Jiang Anxia's eyes gradually welled up with tears. Afraid of being discovered by her mother, she quickly picked up a gourd ladle and scooped hot water into a basin, then took it out to wash up.

"Mom, I'm going to wash up."

Watching Jiang Anxia walk away at an alarming speed, Jiang's mother shook her head helplessly, "This child, what's the rush?"

Jiang Anxia, ​​carrying the water basin, placed it on the shelf outside the kitchen, then took down her own washcloth, wet it, wrung it out, and covered her face with it.

They were trying to hide their emotions.

She suddenly realized that her arrival seemed to be a mistake; she had taken everything that belonged to the original owner, and that it all belonged to the original owner, not her.

Jiang Anxia was instantly plunged into deep confusion; she didn't know what to do.

A question lingered in her mind: had the original owner of this body truly passed away?

She didn't know that when she first entered the body of the original owner, it was her memories that told her that the original owner had passed away.

But she always had a feeling of unease in her heart, as if the original owner of this body was still there, watching all of this.

"Xiaxia, Xiaxia, Jiang Anxia." Jiang Nanqiu looked at Jiang Anxia, ​​who had covered her face with a handkerchief and wouldn't respond to her calls.

Jiang Anxia removed the handkerchief from her face and looked at Jiang Nanqiu, whose eyes were bloodshot.

"What's wrong?" The voice was hoarse.