The recovery was slow, painful, and filled with a constant, nagging sense of "what the hell?"
Bai Yue spent her days in the private VIP wing of the hospital, which, despite the luxury, felt like a high-end prison. Every time a nurse came in to check her vitals, Bai Yue wanted to ask if they had any "memory-restoration" pills on the menu.
I gave birth to them, she thought for the thousandth time, staring at the ceiling. Four children. Three fathers. One cave. In this world, I'm a twenty-four-year-old virgin nanny with a gunshot wound. In that world, I was the heart of a feral, fluffy, terrifying family.
The internal commentary was a mess.
How did I even handle three Alphas? My modern self can barely handle a slow Wi-Fi connection. And the kids! Hóng Yè is sixteen! I would have had to be eight years old to have him here! Tiān-Mìng, you're not just a bitch, you're bad at math!
