Caught in a chaotic situation, she is doted on by six villainous sons.

After an unknown amount of time, Jiang Liwu felt that Wei Xifeng was somewhat exhausted, with most of his weight pressing down on her.

Uncle Wang noticed this and immediately went over.

"This..." He hesitated, unsure of how to address him.

Jiang Liwu replied, "My surname is Jiang."

"Okay, Miss Jiang."

"Let me help you." Uncle Wang reached out to help Wei Xifeng, but was slapped away the next second. He met Wei Xifeng's fierce and disgusted gaze, and Wei Xifeng was filled with a beast-like possessiveness, unwilling to be separated from Jiang Liwu.

Uncle Wang, feeling embarrassed, chuckled awkwardly and pleaded, "Miss Jiang, please take my master back to his room to rest. He will be very weak after his illness."

Jiang Liwu frowned. "What exactly is the illness?"

Uncle Wang didn't intend to hide anything; it was "manic depression and schizophrenia." Jiang Liwu was the therapist they had hired, so she naturally had the right to know about her condition.

Because of Jiang Liwu's behavior just now, Uncle Wang took a second look at her.

I felt that Jiang Liwu looked somewhat familiar, but I didn't think about it too much. Now, upon closer inspection, I was surprised to find that Jiang Liwu actually looked three-tenths like Qiao Yiran.

A thought flashed through her mind. Could it be that Jiang Liwu was appeased because she resembled Qiao Yiran?

When was this discovered?

"As far as I know, I've had it since I was a child."

What caused this?

“This…” Uncle Wang hesitated.

Seeing this, Jiang Liwu did not press the matter. She looked at Wei Xifeng, who was leaning against her, with a complicated expression.

She had traveled back twenty years to find Wei Xifeng and his group, so she was naturally very familiar with Wei Xifeng's childhood experiences.

Wei Xifeng grew up in an extremely distorted family. His father had forcibly taken his already married mother to give birth to him. The father was a madman who accused Chao Xiong of having violent tendencies, while the mother was weak, timid, and constantly in tears. Neither of them loved Wei Xifeng. His father used him as a tool and shackle to bind his mother, while his mother regarded him as nothing, considering him a dirty bastard. His existence was a constant reminder of her betrayal of her original husband.

Later, her mother eloped with her first husband but was caught and brought back.

The former was killed by Wei Xifeng's father, while the latter's body has long since vanished.

The most suffocating thing is that little Wei Xifeng was present when his father killed his mother and witnessed the whole process.

So when Jiang Liwu left, Wei Xifeng seemed fine, but it was an illusion. He had been living in the shadow of his childhood and had suffered from pain for twenty years.

Jiang Liwu felt a pang of heartache in her eyes. Suddenly, she thought of the other five children she was raising. Would their situation be the same as Wei Xifeng's?

I couldn't help but feel worried.

Once in the room, Jiang Liwu helped Wei Xifeng lie down and pulled the blanket over him, saying, "Go to sleep."

Wei Xifeng didn't sleep; his eyes were wide open, and he held her tightly with one hand.

Seeing his nervous look, Jiang Liwu found it amusing and patted his chest through the blanket, "Go to sleep."

"No, if I fall asleep, you will disappear. This is the first time in twenty years that I have dreamed of my teacher."

Upon hearing this, Jiang Liwu was stunned. So he thought it was all a dream.

Jiang Liwu didn't explain much, because she clearly knew that Wei Xifeng was not in a clear state.

“Teacher, you’re still the same as before, you haven’t changed at all.” Wei Xifeng was convinced that this was a dream.

Although he fantasized countless times about his teacher reappearing in front of him, he knew it was impossible.

Even setting aside the fact that if the teacher were still alive, how could he have remained unchanged for twenty years? Today, twenty years from now, the teacher would be forty years old.

Wei Xifeng looked at Jiang Liwu with greedy dependence, afraid of missing a single glance. "Teacher, stepmother, don't go, stay with me."

Jiang Liwu was surprised to hear Wei Xifeng call her "stepmother." Wei Xifeng had never called her that before; he always called her "sister" or "teacher."

So, in his heart, he had already regarded her as his mother?

Jiang Liwu's heart softened even more. "I won't leave, don't worry."

"Really?" Wei Xifeng's eyes were filled with hope.

"Really." She's already back, where else could she go?

Only after receiving this assurance did Wei Xifeng feel at ease enough to go to sleep.

Uncle Wang cast a grateful glance his way, as this was the first time the head of the family's condition had stabilized so smoothly. "Miss Jiang, it's getting late. I've prepared a guest room for you."

"Okay." Jiang Liwu was indeed tired after just returning from her previous life.

She had just gotten up when she sat back down, and Wei Xifeng was holding her hand very tightly.

"..."

"How about I sleep here for the night?"

Uncle Wang hurriedly agreed, saying that this was the only way. He then left and closed the door behind him.

Jiang Liwu glanced at Wei Xifeng, saw that he had a furrowed brow, reached out to smooth it out, and then lay down to sleep in the spot next to her.

The next morning, when the first rays of sunlight touched her face, Jiang Liwu opened her eyes instantly. She turned her head and glanced at Wei Xifeng, who was still asleep.

Twenty years have passed in the blink of an eye. The little baby has grown into a young adult, and she has truly returned.

There are no viruses in this world.

There is no war.

There are no monsters.

The dead came back to life.

Jiang Liwu looked out the window at the bright blue sky in the morning light, a relieved smile spreading across her face, her spirits high.

very nice.

When Jiang Liwu got up this time, Wei Xifeng relaxed a lot. She pulled her hand away, opened the door, and went out.

Uncle Wang was already waiting there. "Good morning, Miss Jiang. Breakfast is ready."

"I'm not going to eat yet, I want to take a shower." I haven't even washed off the dust since I got back.

"Okay, I'll have the maid take you there."

Jiang Liwu nodded, and soon she took a hot shower in the cleaned guest room. The feeling of the hot water washing over her whole body made her sigh.

……

Qiao Yiran provides Wei Xifeng with a wake-up call service every day. Whether Wei Xifeng makes a sound or not, Qiao Yiran has to stay by his side. Today is no exception.

She pursed her lips and stood by the bed.

After a while, his gaze couldn't help but fall on Wei Xifeng's face.

He was incredibly handsome, like a perfect sculpture. Because he was asleep, his usually aggressive facial features softened considerably.

Qiao Yiran was stunned. Her face flushed, and she reached out, holding her breath, wanting to touch Wei Xifeng's long, dark eyelashes.

Before I could even touch him, my wrist was gripped tightly, and I immediately cried out in pain.

When Qiao Yiran met Wei Xifeng's gloomy eyes after he woke up, her face was full of stubbornness.

"Why is it you?" Wei Xifeng frowned deeply.

"Who else could it be but me? You're the one who asked me to stay by your side."

Upon hearing this, Wei Xifeng immediately recalled that he had dreamt of his teacher and asked him not to leave.

So he regarded Qiao Yiran as his teacher?

Therefore, it's all fake.

How could a teacher possibly come back to life?

Shaking off Qiao Yiran's hand, Wei Xifeng's face was full of irritation and impatience. "Get out."

Staggering, Qiao Yiran clutched her wrist and ran out with red eyes.

Wei Xifeng sat up with his legs bent, grabbed a handful of hair and pressed it behind his head, his mind still clearly recalling the details of the dream.