"WAAAH, WAAAH, WAAAH..."
Hearing his own cries, Xiao Mo froze for a moment. He realized he had truly become a baby.
For a moment, Xiao Mo was at a loss.
In his past few lives, he had at least started as a young child, raised on the charity of many families.
But this time, he was starting right from the beginning.
"Congratulations, Fifth Madam. It's a young master."
An old woman's voice reached Xiao Mo's ears.
Xiao Mo thought, 'That must be my mother's midwife.'
Soon, Xiao Mo felt himself being placed into a basin of warm water and carefully wiped down.
After being cleaned, he was wrapped up by the midwife and placed on the bed.
Through his blurry vision, Xiao Mo could faintly make out the figure of a woman.
Although he couldn't see her face clearly, a sense of intimacy and trust that came from their shared blood told Xiao Mo that this was the mother who had given birth to him.
"Let Mother have a good look at you..." the woman said weakly.
