White ceiling.

  No. 13 was awakened by a strange cry. He opened his eyes and saw the familiar ceiling. Except for a strange feeling of disharmony.

  He immediately realized that something was wrong.

  "What is this active life for the body?"

  "……I felt so rexed. I haven't felt this way for years. Why did my body recover? Acc to on sense, my body fun at that time was not enough to support me to open my eyes ime. Shouldn't I be dead?"

  "My hands move now.·……"Silently moving his hands, No. 13 found that his stiff hands were gradually being flexible.

  He tried to move his hands and turned his head, and saw a... white and chubby little hand?

  No. 13 then realized that he was not lying on a hospital bed, but a baby bed.

  "I am a baby now. Have I been reinated? Why do I still remember the memories of my past life?"His thoughts calmed down. He decided to take it as it came, even though he still had a lot of doubts in his heart. He o calmly adapt to the unknown situation in order to survive.

  He looked away from his hand and looked for the source of the cry.

  There was also a baby bed ected to his bed, and there was also a baby lying on it.

  Sparse brown soft hair covered the child's head, and underh was a wrinkled little face.

  The face was already wrinkled and now it was even more wrinkled when g.

  No. 13 stared silently, the behavior of the baby.

  He was used to learning through observation and adapting to everything. He khe importanitating normal individuals in a group as an abnormal individual.

  As if he had noticed something, the brown-haired child o him stopped g and also turned his head to stare at No. 13.

  Stare~

  The two babies just stared at each other.

  In the end, the baby reacted first, giggling, squinting his eyes, opening his mouth, and drooling gradually on his face.

  The hand close to No. 13 opened, groped on the bed, and fluttered.

  He tried hard to stretch out his chubby little hand.

  ?

  Necessary social methods between children? No. 13 expressed doubt , but still reached out.

  ~

  "……"For a moment, he fot that he was also a baby.

  Looking at his short hands, he had not yet adapted to his new identity.

  No. 13 moved his body, and finally reached the other person's hand.

  He gently squeezed it, feeling the fragility and softness of the new life.

  His ears moved, and No. 13 heard light footsteps behind him, which gradually became louder and closer.

  "Two people, slightly faster ce……"He frowned, uo hear any more information. This should be the limitation of the newborn's body. It is not fully developed, and the auditory nerves are not that sensitive.

  He did not make any more movements, and tio shake hands with the little guy beside him.

  He waited and saw what would happen, and of course, he was more uo do anything at the moment.

  "Chris, I heard your baby girl g!"A strong and heroic male voice sounded.

  "Oh my god, please keep your voice down, your son is still sleeping." Another brighter male voice said helplessly, but more urgently, and pushed open the door.

  "English?"As the only nguage No. 13 knew, he uood the tent of the versation very well.

  He reached out and touched his lower body silently.

  Well, it seems that I am the son they are talking about.

  ""Hey~ We're still holding hands!" A big face appeared in No. 13's vision.

  He had short bck hair, slightly curly, healthy bronze skin, and deep bck eyes under his heroic sword-like eyebrows, looking at him kindly at this moment. The only fw was that there were several hideous scars on his deep and three-dimensional facial features. His burly body ressed on two cribs, and his thick arms were supp the railings.

  "Soldier."No. 13 thought silently.

  "!"The little baby holding hands with No. 13 was startled by the sudden"mountain", his eyes turned red, and he successfully cried again.

  ""Get out of here, damn Hawthorne, I swear, if you scare my daughter to tears again, I will kick your ass with my leather boots!"

  I saair of hands pushing the sturdy man away. The slender brown-haired man came ently separated the hands of the two childrehe g little girl in his arms, rocked her slowly, stared at No. 13, and said faintly:"Why is your little pig ready to start digging my little cabbage?"

  ?

  I didn't.

  I wonder why I have to defend myself?

  ""Okay, okay, the dies are awake, let's take our precious children over quickly." Mr. Hawthorne ughed, touched his head and smiled awkwardly.

  Then he picked up No. 13 from the bed and walked out of the room first.

  The brown-haired man also followed out with the girl in his arms. The girl in his arms stopped g and was looking around curiously with her big brown eyes and a big mouth.

  Turning her head, she saw No. 13 staring at her, blinking, giggling again, reag out her hands to grab the air, and drooling on her father.

  Not far away, the two turned into another ward. No. 13 saomen lying weakly on the bed, chatting tiredly in a low voice.

  Seeing the two gentlemen ing in with the children, their eyes fshed with joy. They tried to sit up, stretched out their arms, and eagerly wao hug their own flesh and blood.

  No. 13 was carefully handed over to his wife by Mr. Hawthorhe womaly stroked his face, as if afraid of hurting it. The tenderness and joy in her eyes could not stop showing out.

  "Hey, I'm the mother." The oked No. 13's face gently and said with a silly smile.

  Mr. Hawthorne on the side asked the couple oher side:"Have you decided on the name of your daughter?"

  The brown-haired man raised his eyebrows:"Of course, do you think I'm like you? We have already thought about it." Then he looked gently at the two most precious treasures in his life, looked at the woman holding the little girl, and said softly:

  "Hermione, Hermione Granger."

  Oh, what a niame, isn't it?" Mr. Hawthorne winked in the dire of number 13.

  "Ask me. No. 13 was stunned for a moment, and nodded subsciously. Halfway through, he realized that it was not good. As a baby, he should not uand what adults said.

  Damn, the baby's brain 't think about so many things.

  This time it was Mr. Hawthorne who was stunned. He wiped his eyes and stared at No. 13 with wide eyes.

  ""Hey, hey, hey." No. 13 tried to imitate the guy door and smiled stiffly.

  He had never ughed before, but now he looked like he was g.

  ""Strange, am I halluating?" Mr. Hawthortered to himself, scratg his head.

  Then he picked up No. 13 with a smile, fag the sun, and held him above his head.

  "In fact, I have already thought of it! My son, you should be called Glenn, Glenn Hawthorne! My pride!"The sun shines on Mr. Hawthorne's face, and he said happily.

  Then No. 13... No, it's Glenn now.

  Is this my new code name?

  Glenn thought silently.

  Then his expression ged.

  Here it es, something is ing!

  He screamed with a strange look on his face, trying to turn his body in one dire.

  ""What's wrong, little Glenn?" However, the giant hand of fate cmped his armpits and fixed him.

  Then Glenn's urine spurted out, f a beautiful rainbow in the sun and sprinkled on Mr. Hawthorne's face.

  Mr. Hawthorne etrified, and Ms. Hawthorne screamed:"An! Why did you fet to ge Glenn's diaper!"

  ""I'm sorry, father, I tried my best." Glenn was helpless.

  Uhe surging urge to urinate, he really couldn't trol his young body.

  The new day ent in the ughter rahe wailing of Mr. Hawthorne and the scolding of Mrs. Hawthorne.

  Glenn's new journey also began today.

  The end of a legend is the beginning of anend.

  Even if he didn't realize that he was a legend.

  But the wheel of fate has begun to roll.

  Let me introduce the two main characters of this story: the cute and handsome Glen and the cute and handsome Hermione~