Who understands? He traveled through time with a high-spec spatial ability.

My name is Lu Yuan, and in Daliang I am Lu Yuan.

God knows how happy I was on the first day I woke up after transmigrating. I had parents again, and they were parents who loved me dearly.

Later, I reunited with the young lady, and I felt like I was a lucky person blessed by God.

Speaking of the young lady, I met her when I was 10 years old.

Many people around me are curious why I call Qiao Jingjing "Miss Qiao".

Some people think I gave her that nickname, while others think it's because her father later became President Qiao, and Qiao Jingjing naturally became a rich second-generation heiress, so calling her "Miss Qiao" wouldn't be an exaggeration.

Only I know that it's not like that.

My father died in a mine collapse when I was one year old. My mother left home with my father's compensation money when I was six years old and was never heard from again.

Later, when my grandmother got old, she took me to find my great-aunt in another city, and I've lived there ever since.

But children without parents are often perceived as easy targets.

Who told you you didn't have anyone to rely on?

Gradually, I learned to climb trees. When I climbed high, no one could see me, or even if they could, they couldn't reach me.

One day, I was perched on the tree in front of my great-aunt's house, peeking at the neighbor's children playing games.

They waved their newly bought toys, their laughter so shrill it seemed to startle even the cicadas in the trees.

I huddled among the tree branches, my fingernails digging into the bark, my palms aching from the rough texture. Suddenly, a pair of small white leather shoes stopped beneath the tree.

Do you want to play too?

I looked down and saw a girl with pigtails whose eyes were brighter than the glass jars in the newly opened candy store in town.

I thought I hid it quite well, and I don't know how she found out.

I climbed down from the tree and sat on the branch closest to the ground. She tiptoed and put a marble into my palm, her hair brushing against my cold knees.

That day I learned that her name was Qiao Jingjing and that she lived in the small building in the community that was covered with roses.

The next day after school, the strap of my schoolbag was torn.

My textbooks were scattered in the drainage ditch, and several boys were poking my name with sticks.

Qiao Jingjing suddenly pounced on me from behind, leaving three red marks on the back of the boy's hand as he gripped the branch. "Want to fight?" she said, shaking her fist as the ribbon at the end of her braid brushed against my burning earlobe. "My mom is a martial arts instructor. If you dare bully him again, I'll beat you up."

That evening, I stepped into that small building for the first time.

Qiao Jingjing's mother was frying lotus root cakes, wearing a floral apron. The oil was sizzling in the pan. When she turned her head and saw me, the smile in her eyes was warmer than the sunset outside the window.

"Your little ears are all red from the cold," she said, pulling me into the bathroom without a word and wrapping my soaking wet hair in a towel.

I can't understand how a martial arts coach could be so gentle.

Qiao's mother chuckled, "Qiao Jingjing, have you been talking nonsense outside again? You'll be punished by eating one less lotus root cake at noon."

Later, every weekend, Aunt Qiao would invite me to stay for dinner. She would always put my favorite potatoes in the very center and hide a preserved plum candy at the bottom of my bowl.

Once, when I had a high fever, she used alcohol swabs to wipe the soles of my feet all night. The cool touch reminded me of my mother's hands that used to touch my forehead.

Qiao Jingjing would share half of her treasures with me: a diary covered in glitter and a pencil case that could play a music box.

As we squatted under the rose trellis digging for earthworms, she suddenly pressed a wriggling worm onto the back of my hand: "What are you afraid of? I'll be afraid with you."

That rainy season, I was catching dripping water in the corridor with a leaky enamel basin when she squeezed in and soaked her strawberry-flavored eraser in the water: "Look, we've got a rainbow fish."

On the day she started junior high school, Qiao Jingjing slipped a note into the inner pocket of her schoolbag.

After school, I hid in the equipment room and opened it. I found it was her family photo, with the words written on the back in fluorescent pen: "From today onwards, you have two homes."

In the photo, her mother is embracing us, and the sunlight is falling on my left hand, which has been empty for a long time.

From then on, I became her little follower. Under Qiao's mother's careful care, my Northeastern genes kicked in, and I quickly grew taller than her.

She would have to jump to reach me if she wanted to pat my head.

And then, that was the end of it.

After Aunt Qiao passed away, Qiao Jingjing became taciturn.

After graduating from university, I had a strange dream. When I woke up, instead of looking for a job, I opened a pharmacy. I always felt like someone was telling me that I needed to do this, that one day Miss Qiao would need it.

I wasn't supposed to die that night. But years of habit made me instinctively protect her the moment the accident happened.

Yes, since she's my young lady, isn't the duty of her attendants to be bodyguards and protectors?

"Husband, what are you thinking about so intently?" Guo Pingting asked softly when she saw him staring blankly at the candle.

Lu Yuan smiled and shook his head. "It's nothing. I was just thinking about some past events and I was momentarily stunned. Is Cen Cen asleep?"

"Just as I fell asleep, the little crybaby was still muttering before falling asleep that he would never get vaccinated again. He also said he wanted to go play with the princess."

When talking about her children, Guo Pingting's face was full of affection.

Princess Chang Le, whose nickname is Fu Bao, is now just 7 years old and has already had four years of experience getting into trouble.

The eldest daughter gave birth to three children in seven years of marriage, three princes in total. The princess was her only son, and she was a mischievous and clever child from a young age. This troublemaker throughout the palace was doted on by the Emperor and the Empress Dowager.

That mischievous monkey can only be kept in check by the young lady.

Cen Cen just loved following her around and playing. When asked why, the little guy clenched his tiny fists and explained earnestly, "Brother Crown Prince isn't fun. Sister Fu Bao can take me bug-catching and hide-and-seek. My cousin bullies me, and Sister Fu Bao even uses a slingshot to stand up for me. I want to stay with Sister Fu Bao so that no one will dare to bully me."

Lu Yuan couldn't explain this sense of destiny that seemed predetermined.

Perhaps this is fate.