Yu Mian was shocked and didn't dare to think about it. The nurse called her a few times and asked if she was uncomfortable.

"It's okay, I want to rest." Yu Mian shook his head gently, and after the nurse left the ward, he got out of bed and walked into the bathroom beside him.

Standing in front of the mirror, she slowly raised her hand and touched her face. The person in the mirror was young, with a beautiful face, a raised nose, small lips, and a pair of shimmering eyes that were the most eye-catching.

The girl has fair skin and delicate facial features, and her face is full of youthful vigor. Maybe she is sick, her complexion is a little gloomy, and she has a little sickness that I feel pity for.

This face is somewhat different from Yu Mian himself, but it is very similar. The specific outlines are not much different, except that Yu Mian's skin and facial features are relatively rough, but this face is not perfect in every way, like a refined version of the original face with microdermabrasion and beauty.

The moment she saw this face, Yu Mian's mind suddenly flooded with a lot of chaotic memories, and the memories belonging to this body suddenly rushed over, making her dizzy for a while, and hurriedly supported the sink to cover her forehead.

There were messy footsteps in her ears, someone came to her side to support her, and said something anxiously.

"Mianmian, how are you? Don't scare mom, Mianmian, what's wrong with you?" Madam Yu saw this scene as soon as she came back from buying breakfast, and she was in a hurry. The hospital's bathroom was small, so she hurriedly shouted The husband behind him, "Jiansheng, hurry up and call the doctor!"

Just as Dad Yu was going to call someone, he heard his daughter say weakly: "...I, I'm fine, you don't need to call a doctor."

Being helped out of the bathroom by Mrs. Yu, Yu Mian sat on the hospital bed, frowning and rubbing his forehead, resisting the nausea surging in his chest. She raised her eyes, and she saw two worried faces, with the same caring and loving expressions on their faces, Yu Mian's heart trembled, and her eyes suddenly turned red.

In all, it had been nearly ten years since Yu Mian's parents had passed away, and her memories of them had gradually become blurred. She hadn't experienced it for a long, long time, and the feeling of being so genuinely cared for.

The tip of her nose was slightly sour, she stared at her unfamiliar and familiar parents, and slowly sorted out an extra memory in her mind. After a few seconds of silence, Yu Mian tentatively said, "...Dad? Mom?"

Mrs. Yu was attentive, seeing that her condition had eased, she immediately took the breakfast she bought, a large bag full of things, placed it in front of Yu Mian, and said earnestly: "Hey, Mom heard that the canteen in this hospital is very good. To eat, I was afraid that you would wake up and be hungry, so I went to buy breakfast, all of which you like to eat, the doctor said that you are lacking nutrition now, Mianmian, let’s eat something?”

Before Yu Mian could speak, Dad Yu put a serious face on the side and said, "My parents bought the breakfast, no matter what, you should eat a little bit. Look at you. You lose weight until you faint and go to the hospital. Aren't you afraid of being laughed at?"

Hearing Father Yu's scolding with concern, Yu Mian was moved but also a little funny. He fainted in the hospital because of starvation to lose weight. It was really funny to hear.

But what is even more incredible is that she has changed from Yumian to Yumianmian.

In the bathroom just now, she received the residual memory of this body, a complete eighteen-year memory of a person, and pieced together a short life.

The original name was Yu Mianmian, and Yu Mian guessed that maybe because the two were too similar in name and appearance, there was some connection between them, so she would replace each other after death.

If she guessed correctly, Yu Mianmian should have passed away. know from memory that Yu Mianmian was keen to lose weight during this period. into the hospital.

After arriving at the hospital, her heart stopped beating for a while. Fortunately, she was rescued in time. When she woke up again, it was Yumian.

Thinking of this, Yu Mian sighed lightly. Her original body was two years older than Yu Mianmian's. The lonely environment made her more aware of the difficulties of life. Yu Mianmian came from a wealthy background and was cared for by her parents. .

He recovered from his thoughts and faced the caring eyes of his parents, a warm current passed through Yu Mian's heart. She looked at the breakfast that Mrs. Yu brought over. There were transparent packaging boxes in the bag, containing eight-treasure porridge, xiaolongbao, steamed buns, soy milk, side dishes and eggs, and some breakfast foods of various varieties.

The tip of the nose sniffed the aroma of the food, and a strong hunger suddenly erupted in the stomach, Yu Mian pursed his lips lightly, and called out the name of Meng Wei: "...Mom, I want to drink porridge."

I thought it would be unfamiliar, but when exported it, it was so natural, as if had waited for a long time.

"Okay, let's have porridge."

Mrs. Yu didn't notice the strangeness of her daughter. Yu Mianmian grew up in her parents when she was a child. She and her husband were never close, and they always seemed polite and alienated when they got along. Mrs. Yu was sad for a long time.

Yu Mian didn't get mad at her, she could talk to her so calmly and call her mother, she was so happy that she didn't know what to do.

Looking at Yu Mian who was drinking porridge, she suddenly felt that her daughter had changed. She couldn't tell exactly where she had changed. She was still the same person, but the feeling was different from before.

The original daughter had a big temper, and her whole body showed an indifference that rejected people thousands of miles away. Now the coldness on her body is gone, like a piece of ice that was irradiated by the sun and melted into gentle and gentle water.

The girl lowered her head and took small sips of porridge, her jet-black hair hanging down on the side of her face, and a ray of morning light hit her fair cheeks, gilding the tiny fluff with a circle of gold.

The porridge was too hot, and she would blow it gently before taking a sip, her pale pink lips soaked in the crystal clear soup, tinged with ruddy blood.

Seemingly sensing Madam Yu's gaze, Yu Mian raised her face from the bowl that was bubbling with white mist. Her dark eyes were soaked wet by the mist. When she met her mother's gaze, she subconsciously bent her eyes and smiled embarrassedly.After a while, a small pear vortex floated on his lips.

With the shyness of a girl, she is obedient and sweet.Like a pear blossom blooming on the branches, fresh and moving.

Mrs. Yu's heart moved when she saw it, her little daughter, has she grown up?

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