After time travel, share a space with your modern family.

As the sun set, Chen Donghua and her family of four had already moved into the Ruan Family Ancestral Hall.

"Mother, we haven't done any work today, so how about we just make some porridge for dinner?" Ruan Xiaohai asked as she came into the room to prepare dinner.

Chen Donghua was carrying straw into the room. There was no bed in the ancestral hall, so she could only use straw to lay down a layer to prevent moisture.

Then lay out a straw mat. It's the hottest month of June now, and you can get through the night without a blanket.

As Chen Donghua made the bed, she said, "Then let's cook some porridge. Let's see if your sister can wake up later, so she can have some to drink."

After receiving his mother's approval, Ruan Xiaohai hurriedly went to cook porridge.

At this moment, Ruan Xiaojun was also tidying up the room, just like Chen Donghua.

Since there were only two empty rooms, he shared one with his brother, and his mother and sister shared the other.

Fearing the humidity would be too high, Chen Donghua removed the door panel from the room and placed it on the freshly laid straw, thus creating a simple bed.

Chen Donghua reached out to hug her daughter, who was sleeping on the straw, and prepared to carry her to the makeshift bed.

Perhaps Chen Donghua hugged her too tightly, or perhaps it was time for Ruan Mumu to wake up.

Just as Chen Donghua was putting Ruan Mumu to sleep on the door panel, Ruan Mumu suddenly opened her eyes.

Chen Donghua noticed that Ruan Mumu had opened her eyes and exclaimed with delight, "Mumu, you're awake! That's wonderful!"

Then he called out towards the door, "Xiaojun, Xiaohai, come quick, your sister has woken up."

Ruan Mumu struggled to sit up, and Chen Donghua gently helped her sit up.

Ruan Mumu sat up, looked around at her surroundings, and came to the conclusion: Where exactly is this dilapidated place?

Ruan Mumu looked at the woman squatting in front of her. She looked to be about forty or fifty years old, but she did look quite kind.

For a moment, Ruan Mumu didn't know how to address the person in front of her.

"Mom, is Mumu really awake?" Two boys, both teenagers, exclaimed with delight at the same time from the doorway.

Perhaps it was because he was going through puberty, his voice sounded somewhat harsh.

Suddenly, Ruan Mumu felt a splitting headache, so she quickly hugged her head and sat against the wall.

In just a moment, many unfamiliar memories flooded her mind.

She remembered that she must have died from an illness.

On the first night back at the country villa, I unexpectedly discovered my critical illness notice and overheard a conversation between my parents and my older brother and sister-in-law.

Don't ask her why she can hear; for an outstanding military academy graduate, maintaining the necessary vigilance is basic common sense.

My hearing was also specially trained, because sometimes even a small noise could be a turning point.

She never expected that before she could even put her learning to use, she would fall ill, and it would be a life-threatening illness.

So what exactly is the situation now?

After receiving the unfamiliar memories, she felt her headache subside and understood what was happening to her.

She, Ruan Mumu, had indeed passed away in that world, but her soul came here and was reborn in the body of a girl with the same name as her, inheriting the girl's memories.

Great, that's wonderful! She actually transmigrated, and into the body of a girl who was only thirteen years old.

She, Ruan Mumu, made a fortune, but the time-traveling experience was a bit too pathetic—the family was too poor.

But this can be considered a blessing from heaven! Since that's the case, she should live well!

She, who had died once, had no right to choose.

Ruan Mumu glanced at the three people staring intently at her, feeling utterly devastated. "Fate is playing a cruel joke on me."

The person in front of her, whom she clearly remembered as a woman in her forties or fifties, turned out to be her own mother, who was only thirty-two years old.

The two older brothers, who are going through puberty, look like thirty-year-old men.

Looking around the room, it was cleaner than a rat's nest. The room was completely empty, without a single piece of furniture. The only things there were the two wooden doors beneath him.

Chen Donghua looked at Ruan Mumu, who was frowning, and called out again, "Mumu, do you feel unwell somewhere?"

Ruan Mumu knew that no matter how unwilling she was to believe that the person in front of her was her own mother, she had to accept this fact.

After calming herself down, Ruan Mumu said, "Mom, I'm fine now, I'm just a little dizzy, I want to sleep a little longer."

Upon hearing her daughter's words, Chen Donghua quickly replied, "In that case, Mom won't bother you anymore. We'll go out first and come back to call you when we've finished cooking dinner!"

After saying that, she led her two sons out.

"Mother, did Grandma hit my sister's head today? I feel like she's become a different person." Ruan Xiaohai asked in confusion.

Chen Donghua immediately spoke up to stop her, saying, "What nonsense are you talking about? Mu Mu just said she felt dizzy. People feel like that when they're not feeling well."

After his mother said that, Ruan Xiaohai began to doubt whether he had seen it wrong, so he pretended to shut his mouth and went to continue cooking his porridge.

Chen Donghua went to clean the corridor and courtyard. Since no one had lived in the ancestral hall before, there was no dedicated kitchen.

For the time being, they can only cook at the end of the corridor. Their living area will consist of two rooms, the corridor, and the courtyard.

After the three left the room, Ruan Mumu silently lay down again, wanting to sort out her thoughts.

In her memory, this wasn't her original home. Had they moved out?

Is it because that old witch hit her today?

She woke up in this quiet place. Being able to leave the place where that old witch lived was good news.

As for the specifics, we'll find out by asking the original owner's mother and two older brothers later.

Just thinking about how sad her family must be after she has passed away in the other world!

But what could be done? Who would have thought that I would fall ill so young, right after graduation?

Fortunately, he spent his last few days with his family, and the beautiful memories he made are a way for them to remember him.

In her heart, Ruan Mumu silently bid farewell to her former self: Dad, Mom, brother, sister-in-law, brother, may we be a family again in the next life.

You all must take good care of yourselves.

From now on, I am Ruan Mumu of this dynasty, and I will cherish the opportunity to be reborn given to me by God.

In her dazed state, Ruan Mumu sensed someone quietly approaching her.

As a graduate of a military academy, she naturally sensed the situation. She held her breath, preparing to see what the newcomer wanted to do.

The person stopped a meter away from her and whispered, "Mumu, it's time to take your medicine."

Although it was a simple sentence, it gave Ruan Mumu a strange feeling, just like hearing the words "Da Lang, it's time to take your medicine," as if someone was trying to kill her.

But that voice should be her mother's voice. Her mother plotted to kill Ruan Mumu? You're overthinking it.

It's true that watching too many brainless dramas can easily lead to mental illness.

Ruan Mumu didn't want to pretend anymore and gently called out, "Mother, I'll get up right away."