I traveled through the Cretaceous period and farmed with the ever-changing dog egg.

"This is a portrait of Ayan when she was a child,"

Ying Zheng walked through the photographs, gently and carefully examining the people within, trying to gain a deeper understanding of Lin Chaoyan through this method.

The photos inside showed both joy and sorrow. He rejoiced in her happiness and frowned with worry when she was sad, wanting to know why she was unhappy.

Soon, Ying Zheng's gaze fell upon a photograph of a beautifully sculpted baby.

"May my daughter with Ayan be just as lovable in the future!"

The baby inside was laughing happily. Just as Ying Zheng reached out to touch it, he was sucked in the next second. When he opened his eyes again, he found himself in an unfamiliar place.

There was a couple in front of them who looked seven or eight parts like Lin Chaoyan. Lin's mother had beautiful eyebrows and eyes and was gentle and radiant. She looked just like Lin Chaoyan when she smiled.

Lin's father had a cold and aloof expression, his serious demeanor as lofty and unapproachable as the snow-capped peaks of a mountain. Lin Chaoyan had completely inherited and amplified the best qualities of her parents.

"My darling daughter, it's your dad!" Mr. Lin gently pressed his head against Mrs. Lin's belly, listening to the sounds inside.

Lin's mother scolded, "How did you know it was a girl before it was even born? What if it were a son?"

Mr. Lin got up and sat down next to Mrs. Lin, putting his arm around her and planning the future of their family of three. "I have a feeling it will be a daughter. If it is a daughter, we will give her the best of everything, the best education, the best resources, and spoil her like a little princess of the Lin family."

"If it's a boy, we'll let him grow up freely, and then we can have a daughter, okay?"

"Get lost! You're the one who doesn't have to suffer! We agreed on one child regardless of gender. If you want to have a baby, you can have it yourself."

"Okay, okay! I'll give birth, honey, don't be angry! Don't upset the baby."

The couple's happy appearance filled Ying Zheng with longing, and he thought that one day he would love, pamper, and protect her like Lin's father did.

"Ah~"

"What's wrong, honey? Are you about to give birth?" Mr. Lin shouted anxiously to the doctor in the hospital corridor.

Soon, Lin's mother was wheeled into the delivery room, where her heart-wrenching cries and curses could be heard.

"Lin Yanjun~ You bastard..."

"It's good that she still has the energy to scold me; it proves my wife is healthy."

Lin's father's words made Ying Zheng unconsciously start to think, and he even looked like he had learned something.

Lin's father paced anxiously back and forth the entire time. Ying Zheng, watching this, also felt anxious.

With the cry of a newborn baby, the two breathed a sigh of relief. A moment later, Lin's mother was wheeled out, and the couple left. Ying Zheng, not seeing the baby, was completely bewildered.

Where's Ayan? Wasn't she born? Where's your daughter? Unfortunately, no one paid him any attention.

Just as Ying Zheng thought Lin Chaoyan was lost, a nurse came in carrying a baby.

"Congratulations, this child is a girl, very healthy and beautiful."

Before Ying Zheng could even take a second look, the baby was surrounded by a large crowd. They praised how beautiful the baby was, complimenting everything about him from head to toe.

Then they discussed names, took a picture of her, and the sound gradually faded. The figure froze at that moment, and Ying Zheng was popped out.

The next second, we entered a new story. The surrounding environment was the countryside, and three-year-old Lin Chaoyan was surrounded by children who were drawing on her little face with paintbrushes. In the end, it turned into an ugly version of a New Year's picture, waaaaah.

The little girl was so frightened by her reflection that she burst into tears, and the children scrambled to comfort her. Ying Zheng joined in, so anxious that he tried to hug her and soothe her, but ended up passing right through her.

"Yan Yan?" When Lin's mother heard her precious daughter crying and saw her inhuman and ghostly appearance, she was so angry that her expression changed on the spot. She picked up Lin Chao Yan and took her to wash her face.

Unfortunately, after washing for a long time, not much came off, which angered her and led to a big argument with her cousins. Then, under the cold shoulder of her father, the family of three left early, ending the day on bad terms.

The next moment, at five years old, we arrived at the amusement park. Both families gathered together, giving each other hugs and lifting each other high in the air. We played games, bought toys, and wore pretty princess dresses.

Lin Chaoyan rode happily on her father's shoulders, but when it was her uncle's turn, she discovered a small mishap that sent chills down the spines of the whole family. Her uncle had been kicked several times, yet he still wore a simple, honest smile.

Finally, against a backdrop of fireworks, time shifts again, and Kobayashi Asagao is leaning against the shop window watching a little girl play the piano. Her father comes over, squats down, and looks at the piano inside, speaking gently.

"Does Yan Yan like it? If she does, Daddy will buy it for her another day."

Kobayashi Asagao tilted her head, not understanding what it meant, thinking it meant clothes, shoes, or delicious food, and then nodded obediently.

"Hahaha!! Great! If Yan Yan likes it, Daddy will work hard to earn money to buy it for her."

A father and daughter were playing on a slide and a swing in the park when the scene suddenly froze, with the surrounding scenery changing repeatedly, just like an old-fashioned television constantly changing channels.

Suddenly, darkness fell all around, and all the figures disappeared. A piano appeared in front of Ying Zheng, and a girl of eleven or twelve years old slowly emerged in front of the piano. The audience below was full of people.

Her fingers glide gently across the piano keys, like butterflies fluttering among flowers. Or like a nimble cheetah, she leaps swiftly between the keys, leaving behind beautiful notes with each leap.

Lin Chaoyan's brows furrowed slightly, her gaze fixed on the piano keys, her expression solemn, completely absorbed in the music. She radiated a glow, a side of her Ying Zheng he had never seen before.

The alto concerto, with its repeated variations on the theme, is delicate and somber, while the one or two piano notes, like a soft laugh, surge for a moment, like ripples on water, then dissipate and fade away.

After a moment of silence following the end of the song, thunderous applause erupted, with everyone standing up to shower the audience with praise.

The girl under the flashing lights receives the trophy, and the scene keeps changing, mostly revolving around the stage, different stages, different audiences, different judges, but the same protagonist.

She was the champion every time, as if she was born for the piano. Ying Zheng followed behind her, participating in no fewer than forty competitions, big and small.

Ying Zheng was used to the routine of flowers, applause, and trophies. This time, the scene shifted again, but not on stage; instead, it was backstage, where a young girl was furtively doing something on the piano.

Ying Zheng had a bad feeling. He wanted to see clearly but couldn't get close. The next second, he was on the stage again. His beloved gracefully sat down at the piano and began to play her piece.

The music flowed like a spring, cascading from her fingertips like a gentle stream; the piano music was like celestial music, like a winding mountain path, meandering and turning endlessly. The next second, Lin Chaoyan suddenly opened her eyes, her left index finger instantly stained crimson with blood.

"Ayan, stop right now!"

"You can't stop, you mustn't, Lin Chaoyan, you can't stop. You know in your heart that you're not a genius at all. You're just a slow bird that flies first, but hard work can make up for your shortcomings."

"I can't fail. If I fail, how can I let down all the sweat and effort I've put into practicing the piano day and night? How can I live up to my parents' expectations?"

Ying Zheng looked at the girl in front of him with a complicated and heart-wrenching gaze, and he seemed to attribute all her achievements to her talent.

When the song ended, she was still the champion, accepting the award calmly, but her bloodied hand startled everyone present.

She was escorted away by the crowd, and the scene returned to silence. Ying Zheng looked at the blood-soaked piano keys, his face horribly gloomy.

Before he could even feel sad, the scene changed again. This time it wasn't a stage, but a bathroom, where the girl who had done the tampering was being pulled by the hair and forced into the toilet by Lin Chaoyan to drink water.

Seeing that the girl had drunk enough, Lin Chaoyan dragged her up, threw her to the ground, and started hitting her repeatedly. Then she took a wad of paper from her pocket and pulled out a razor blade in front of the girl.

"Does it look familiar? Hmm? Would you like to eat it?"

His face resembled Guanyin, but his eyes were as cold as thousand-year-old ice, as if the person in front of him was not a person but an object.

"No, no, I was wrong, I really know I was wrong! Please forgive me. I was just blinded by Tang Zhirong. She was jealous that your family was not as powerful as hers, but you were better than her in every way. I will turn myself in, I will turn myself in."

"Shut up! Do you know that a treacherous accomplice is more despicable than the tiger itself?" After saying that, he forcibly pried open her mouth and put the razor blade inside.

He said gently, "Good boy! Carry it properly. A dog should be prepared to behave like a dog. Understand?"

"Yes, yes!!" The girl nodded hurriedly, her eyes filled with fear.

Lin Chaoyan got up, dusted off non-existent dust, and walked out. Ying Zheng watched her retreating figure with a doting smile, but still felt she was too soft-hearted.

Brother! Murder is illegal.

Just when the girl thought she was out of danger, a fully armed man entered from behind her.