Six Years After I Opened My Eyes, I Gave Birth to Two Children

I woke up from a 20-year-old to a 26-year-old single mother. The pink dumpling in front of me poked my face with a crayon: "Mommy finally woke up! Youyou is hungry!" Looking around the rental house, there are crooked children's paintings on the walls and only half a carton of milk left in the refrigerator. The phone displayed "July 9, 2025" - I actually traveled six years later? What's even more horrifying is the birth certificate in the drawer: the daughter's father column is blank, her parents died in a car accident, and the family business was taken away by her second uncle. I gritted my teeth and said, "You stole my things and be prepared to spit them out with interest!" Youyou suddenly grabbed the hem of my skirt and said, "Mom is going to work at the auto show today."