Ironclad, died and resurrected, I've decided to go to the mic!

On March 7th, I subconsciously looked down at myself.

Qi Ye's body, a black coat, and a flat chest.

Then he looked up at the girl who was getting closer and closer.

He looked down at himself, then looked up at the girl.

No, no, no, no.

This is Qiye's body.

She called out to Qiye.

No, it wasn't me. I'm not her father.

I am March 7th, I am a woman, and I cannot give birth to a daughter this big.

The sentence scrolled wildly through her mind like a barrage of comments, and she froze on the spot.

His expression was somewhere between "Who am I? Where am I?" and "Should I run away?"

Seele stopped in front of her and looked up at her.

Those eyes were originally burning with expectation.

But as she approached and examined it closely, the light slowly dimmed.

She frowned, then relaxed, as if trying to convince herself of something.

"...You look too young."

Her voice carried an undisguised disappointment.

"That person...that person was already a teenager back then."

They must be at least in their thirties or forties now.

you……"

She looked at the excessively young face in front of her and felt a pang of pain in her heart.

"You are not him."

March 7th's mouth was open, unsure whether to nod or shake his head.

Seele lowered her head and remained silent for a while.

Then she suddenly raised her head, and a new light shone in her eyes again.

"Even though you're not his father, you must be his child."

March 7th's expression immediately cracked.

"It must be."

Seele nodded to herself, as if confirming her own reasoning.

"You look exactly like him, but you're so much younger."

"You're his son, and he survived...and got married?"

She felt only joy at the thought that her father might not be dead.

Then he reached out and patted March 7th on the shoulder.

"My father saved my life. Where is he now?"

Don't worry, I will take care of you.

Since you are his child, you are my brother.

On March 7th, it was as if someone had pressed the pause button on my entire life.

Me? My brother? Me? I've become her brother?

I am clearly a woman, but I am currently using Qi Ye's body.

Why should I be her brother? I don't want to be her brother.

Wait a minute—she called me "Dad" before, so isn't she Qiye's daughter?

Her mind was undergoing an unprecedented logical storm.

Qiye stood to the side, watching this scene, still trying to recall something.

But when he heard the words, "You are his child, aren't you?" and "I will take care of you,"...

Those blurry fragments of memory finally surged out as if something had knocked them open.

He remembered.

That was his second resurrection after time travel.

He was resurrected in a stinking ditch in the lower area, and he stumbled out of the ditch.

I huddled in an abandoned pipe for two days, starving.

At that time, he had just transmigrated, and the system was not very stable, making it difficult to even survive.

Then he met a kid.

A boy who looked no more than five or six years old, with a dusty face and so thin he was just a skeleton.

The man huddled in the garbage heap, looking at him with a wary yet curious gaze.

At that moment, he was thinking, "I've died twice, what's the point of living?"

So he decided to create meaning for himself and adopted the boy!

Even though I almost starved to death back then!

Then they lived together for more than ten days.

He taught that "kid" to read, fight, and rummage through garbage.

That "kid" taught him how to read the pipes and how to retrieve edible things from the sewers.

Those ten-odd days were the most miserable but also the most human days of his life after he transmigrated.

If it weren't for taking care of that child, he probably would have given up the struggle long ago and started preparing for his third resurrection.

He had always thought it was a boy.

Short hair, thin, fierce and stubborn, he's like a wildcat when he fights.

Unexpectedly, it turned out to be a girl, and even more unexpectedly, it was Seele.

Qi Ye's eyes felt a little hot.

He was wearing the face of March 7th, looking at the Seele in front of him who was still patting March 7th on the shoulder.

Looking at that little girl who was as thin as a bundle of firewood back then, but is now as upright as a knife.

Then, unable to resist, I took a step forward, opened my arms, and shouted excitedly:

"My dear son! Let me hold you!"

Seele froze.

Before she could react, she was tightly hugged by a pink-haired girl.

That hug carried an irresistible force.

There was also a scent that she couldn't name but felt very familiar to her.

That feeling of warmth was like the hug my father gave me in an abandoned shed many years ago.

Seele's hand hung in mid-air, her expression completely bewildered.

Her brain is trying to process the images in front of her.

The girl in front of him had pink hair and was half a head shorter than him.

He was looking at her with a gaze that had been lost for many years, calling out...

"My dear son"

Seele was a little confused at this point.

But that embrace was so warm that she didn't want to push it away for a while.

Then her mind started racing.

This pink-haired woman knew the old man and knew she was that child.

And he reacted so strongly when he saw her.

She must be someone related to my father.

It's very likely that she's Dad's...girlfriend?

Seele's mind raced, finally settling on one conclusion:

The reason why my father suddenly appeared in the lower district and then suddenly disappeared was probably because someone was waiting for him outside.

Later, he went back home, got married, and had children, including the young man with black hair standing before us.

And this pink-haired woman is the old man's wife.

Although she couldn't understand how her father managed to win over such a cute girl, it must be like this!

Seele looked at the pink-haired girl hugging her and felt the warmth of her embrace.

Then she lowered her head and exclaimed, moved:

"...Mom."

The entire room fell silent.

March 7th stood to the side, his entire face completely out of control.

Xing was unusually slow to keep up with Qi Ye's pace, after all, she was just a newborn child.

Danheng turned around, his shoulders beginning to tremble violently.