She possessed long, cascading dark hair. She possessed a sharp, elegant jawline.
She looked exactly like Lin Ji'an.
It was as if Ji'an was looking at a slightly older, softer, radiant version of her own reflection.
'Who is that? She is so beautiful, even looks like me! Holy lord, she looks like a doll straight out of a story!' Ji'an's transmigrator mind scrambled in panic and awe, forcing her eyes to remain locked straight ahead, only absorbing the vision through the corners of her vision.
'I'm from Earth! I don't have memories of a high-fantasy delivery room! Why is the corridor playing this?!'
Kneeling by the side of the bed, his large, calloused hands gently holding the beautiful woman's fragile fingers, was a man. His face was rugged, sharp, and wet with tears.
It was General Lin.
Her current body's father.
But he looked twenty years younger, his hair entirely black, his eyes devoid of the cynical, hardened grief that defined him in the present.
