Transmigrated As My Former Uncle’s Sweetheart

his mind and resumed his seat under the roof once again.

It was hot outside, but being in the shade of the roof was much cooler.

As much as he enjoyed the coolness, he still tucked the baby girl snugly in his arms to protect her from the wind.

…

It was already the next day when Long Yang came to.

He vaguely remembered how he had fallen from the cliff the day before.

He was close to reaching the bottom, and perhaps because of that, he let his guard down and stepped on a severely eroded rock, which gave way and sent him falling.

As for what happened after that, he could not remember.

A quick scan of his surroundings told him that he had probably been rescued by someone living near the escarpment.

He got out of the bed, relieved to see that he was still wearing his own clothes.

He could hear the owner of the house feeding their poultry in the yard, but other than that, there was no other sound.

When he opened the door and walked out, he was greeted by the sight of a boy sitting with his back to him.

The boy was dressed in a drab tunic, just like any other farm boy.

He remained seated, facing away from him, and he neither turned nor stood up at the sound of Long Yang’s footsteps.

Frowning, he stepped forward to ask about Ji’er and Chu Qi’s whereabouts, but when he drew he caught sight of the infant in the boy’s arms.

The infant was dressed in ordinary clothes as well, but her face was remarkably lovely.

Her tiny mouth was stretched into a yawn, indicating that she had just woken up.
She seemed to have spotted him just then, and she stared at him unblinkingly with her dark, sparkling eyes.

All of a sudden, Long Yang’s gaze froze on her face, and his hands started to shake.

At first glance, he had merely noticed how exceptionally beautiful the baby was, but upon closer inspection…

Was that not his daughter, Yaoyao?

No, it was not Yaoyao.
Yaoyao was in the palace.

However, this child looked exactly like her.

When the hunter’s wife returned from feeding the poultry in the backyard, she saw the man whom her husband had brought back yesterday standing behind the boy, staring at the baby girl in his arms with bloodshot eyes.