Reincarnated as a Baby? (Edited)

"Ugh... Where am I?" Zayn suddenly regained consciousness, relieved to discover he was still alive.

However, he found himself unable to move his body, and darkness surrounded him.

"Where is this? Why am I here?" Numerous questions flooded his mind.

He recalled that his insane former fiancée had stabbed him in the heart, leading to his demise.

The thought of such excruciating pain filled him with extreme dread.

Compared to the agony of Charlotte's fruit knife stabbing his heart, the wounds he had received during his training with the old man seemed utterly trivial.

"Damn it! How could I have let my guard down?" He despised himself for his arrogance.

Mira had warned him, and he had even had a foreboding feeling, but Charlotte's heartbreaking story had left him completely defenseless.

Certainly, his arrogance was justified, considering his talent, appearance, and truly chilling background.

However, what does it all matter now that he is deceased?

He was overwhelmed with devastation and remorse.

How was his family? Mira? Chloe, and Luna? What would become of them when they learned of his demise?

"I haven't seen my parents in almost a year, and now they'll learn their only son met his end like this."

Moreover, he had yet to meet his new sister.

He sighed helplessly and surveyed his surroundings.

Then he took a deep breath and attempted to calm himself.

He needed to move forward and determine his current location because he had no clue where he was.

Regrets from the past served no purpose, and he transformed them into valuable lessons.

Perhaps he could navigate his way back and reunite with his family once he escaped this place.

"Am I in the afterlife or somewhere else?" Zayn pondered, gazing curiously at the surrounding darkness.

However, since he couldn't move his body, all he could do was wait.

Suddenly, a light materialized in front of him, and he immediately felt that he could move his body.

"Could this be the way out?" He cautiously approached the light.

As he drew nearer, the light intensified, and when he stood before it, his body seemed to be drawn into the light and vanished.

...

"Congratulations to the second mistress for giving birth to a handsome baby boy!" A middle-aged woman's voice jolted Zayn awake, and he blinked his eyes open.

"Ugh... Where is this again? Did I make it out of that dark place?" Zayn mumbled as he attempted to assess his surroundings.

But as he tried to move his arms and legs, he realized that his hands were small, and he had an odd sensation of floating.

"What on earth! Where am I?" He looked around in curiosity and saw a middle-aged woman gazing at him with a gentle smile.

"Who is this middle-aged woman? Why is she looking at me like that?" He felt a mixture of panic and confusion.

Just as he was about to ask the woman, he found that he couldn't speak, and instead, a loud crying sound emerged from his mouth.

"What is happening? Why can't I speak, and why am I a crying baby?"

Suddenly, he had a startling realization, something he had never considered before.

"Did I just reincarnate into a baby?" Zayn was completely shocked, unable to fathom the situation.

He hadn't anticipated that, after his death, he would be reborn as an infant.

Initially, he had regarded such scenarios as the stuff of novels, but now he was living them and couldn't deny their reality.

Nonetheless, he quickly regained his composure and sought to adapt to the situation.

After all, there was no changing what had already occurred, and he had learned from his past errors.

Maintaining a calm mind and assessing the circumstances were his foremost priorities in any situation.

Even when the sky seemed to be falling, he needed to stay collected.

However, he found it rather irritating that he couldn't stop crying!

"What is this body? Why does it cry incessantly?"

Soon, he understood that his current form was that of a baby, and infants at this stage were utterly dependent, relying on their cries to communicate their needs to their mothers.

It was only natural that he couldn't control his tears, as this was the instinct of a newborn seeking the comfort and protection of their mother.

He attempted to look around, but the middle-aged woman held his head in place, preventing him from moving it.

"Where is the mother who gave birth to me?" He attempted to identify the maternal figure in his life.

"Could this middle-aged woman be my mother?" Zayn mumbled but swiftly dismissed the idea, as she appeared to be a nanny and was too energetic.

How could a woman stand up and move around right after giving birth?

Soon, a soft and gentle voice reached his tiny ears.

"Can you bring my little angel over here?"

"Yes, second mistress!" The nanny's face lit up with joy as she was entrusted with the baby, and she was immediately placed in the arms of an exceedingly beautiful woman.

"Is this my mother in this world?" Zayn whispered to himself as he observed her, and she smiled at him with affection.

This woman was so stunning that Zayn even considered her beauty to rival that of his childhood sweetheart, Luna.

However, the lady before him bore a more mature and alluring air compared to Luna.

After all, Luna was a young woman, whereas the lady holding him was a mature figure.

Zayn felt an inexplicable connection with the woman, reinforcing the blood tie between them.

But he soon noticed that he felt utterly at ease in her embrace, and his crying ceased.

"So comfortable~" Zayn shut his eyes, and perhaps due to the exhaustion from continuous crying, he drifted into a peaceful slumber.