Who exactly was this person?
Why was she here?
Why wasn't the one delivering her the person she remembered?
Why wasn't her mother Bibi Dong?
An infant's brain could not sustain such intense thought. Qian Renxue only felt an overwhelming wave of drowsiness crashing over her. The scene before her began to blur. Her pale golden eyes blinked unwillingly twice before finally closing slowly.
Deng Tianxin watched the entire process as those eyes shifted from vigilance to confusion before being forced shut by sleep, and he nearly failed to hold back a laugh.
He reached out and lightly poked Qian Renxue's cheek again. It was soft, like poking a piece of tender tofu.
The sleeping infant did not react at all. Only her little mouth moved instinctively twice.
Deng Tianxin withdrew his finger. Looking at the wrinkled sleeping face in the swaddling clothes, the corners of his mouth could not help but rise.
He was now one hundred percent certain that this Qian Renxue had definitely been reborn.
No matter how monstrous a newborn's talent was or how noble their bloodline, they could not possibly look at people with those eyes.
That complicated gaze, woven from vigilance, scrutiny, shock, and bewilderment, was clearly the reaction only an adult would have when faced with a situation completely beyond their expectations.
And then there was the immense disappointment and confusion that had nearly spilled over when she saw that Qian Xunji's wife was not Bibi Dong.
He knew this script all too well. Wasn't this one of the three classic transmigrator setups—rebirth?
It was just that other people were reborn into their younger selves, while Qian Renxue had gone straight back to the first day of her life. She could not even speak properly and could only babble in shock. The more