Nanfei Yan was awakened by a burst of sobbing.

She had a severe headache, but there was always a disturbing voice in her ear. She couldn't help shouting, "Don't cry!"

The voice finally stopped, but after a while, Nan Feiyan found that her hand was grabbed by someone, and a timid and surprised voice came to her ears.

"Mom, are you awake?"

Ah-ma?

Nan Feiyan was stunned by the voice and suddenly opened her eyes.

However, what she saw almost scared her out of her wits.

She remembered that she was reading a document in the office. She was really sleepy in the middle, so she narrowed her eyes and made a noise. Why was she in such a shabby place when she woke up?

There was a black beam above his head, and the broken doors and windows around him were constantly filled with the sound of the wind.

Looking at the decoration in the room again, she found that there was no extra furniture except for the bed she lay on, a table that was swaying in the wind, and a bench.

Where was this place?

Why was she here?

"A kidnapping?"

"A blackmail?"

Nan Feiyan lowered her head and pondered with a frown.

As the female president of the empire, there were more than 20 bodyguards around her, and all of them were top masters. It was not easy for the kidnappers to kidnap her.

While he was thinking, Nan Feiyan's eyes were suddenly attracted by his hand that was exposed outside.

This was not her hand!

Her hands were white and smooth, like delicate jade, and she was famous in the industry. Because of this, the fashion magazine also gave her a special interview about the maintenance of her hands.

As famous as her iron-willed wrist, it was the perfect hand that any woman wanted to have in their dreams.

But now, his hands were yellow and dim. They were as skinny as the claws of an eagle. Not only were they frozen, but their palms were also covered with a thick layer of calluses. If it weren't for years of hard work, they wouldn't have had such an effect.

Nan Feiyan raised her hand and looked at it for five minutes.

What a joke!

Erhu ran into the house with a bowl of porridge that could only be seen with water. He whispered to her mother, "Mom, eat something."

However, there was no response from his mother.

Erhu said a few more words, but his mother was still the same.

A huge panic came to Erhu's heart.

Ah-ma, she doesn't want him anymore, does she?

"Wow..."

As a three-year-old child, he immediately choked and burst into tears.

Her crying did not attract Nan Feiyan's attention. At this moment, she was being hit by a strange memory in her mind. After all the memories were imprinted in her mind, Nan Feiyan had to admit that she seemed to have time-traveled from the iron-blooded president of the empire to the village woman of an unknown dynasty.

This village woman was called Lin Chunhua. She had a hard life.

When she was 15 years old, she was pregnant and was directly driven out by her family. After leaving home, Lin Chunhua, after a few twists and turns, finally settled down in this place called the "Shimo Village".

The villagers of the village were kind. They sympathized with Lin Chunhua's fate and did not drive her out. Therefore, Lin Chunhua gave birth to her son, Lin Dahu, in the village. The mother and son depended on each other for survival.

A few days ago, when Lin Chunhua worked, she accidentally hit her head against the wall. When she woke up again, she turned into Nanfei Yan. Nanfei Yan clenched her fists and took a deep breath.