a woman holding a crying baby in a dark room

Waaaaah, waaaaaah, waaaaah!" Weak cries echoed in the narrow, drafty room.A woman was clutching her baby tightly in her embrace. Using a torn cotton blanket, she did her best to protect the baby from the cold wind seeping through the cracks of the door and the windows.The flickering oil lamp barely illuminated the gloomy room as if it could be extinguished at any moment."Waaaaah, waaaaah, waaaah!" cried Tang San, doing his best to speak. All he accomplished was to let out the most basic sound, a baby's wail.He has been in this world for a few days.A few days, indeed.Even though he had only been born three days earlier, he already felt an impending premonition of misfortuneAs a former God King, he had given up everything he had on the quest to find his reincarnated wife. Just before his divine consciousness fizzled out, he sensed the slightest tug guiding him. And there he was, entering into this world.No matter how strong he used to be, right now, his reincarnated form was a newborn baby. The memory of his pa