A knock at the door startled her. She hastily returned the bottle into the space ring as a woman entered the room. A middle-aged woman with worry lines creasing her face.
"Miao, you're awake!" the woman gasped, rushing to her side. "Oh, thank the heavens. You've been in a coma for so long! How do you feel?"
The emotions in the woman's eyes were genuine and warm. Mother? The memories she had inherited whispered the answer—her mother in this life. She had a similarity to her mother in ancient times, especially the loving eyes. It made it easier to accept her as her mother.
"I…" Her voice came out hoarse, unfamiliar. She swallowed and nodded. "I'm fine."
Her mother sighed in relief, brushing her hair back. "The doctors said you were lucky. That truck hit you so hard, but somehow, you pulled through."
