章節 5: Chapter 3: Crossing (1)_1
By the time Lin Ziyin regained consciousness, she could not focus on the physical pain. What filled her mind first was a kind of confusion - the fact that Lin Zihui had actually shown mercy and not directly killed her seemed illogical.
Since she could understand things, she knew that her sister could not wait for her to die earlier. Also, anything she liked, Lin Zihui would snatch away.
For example, the choice to major in machinery in university.
Mechanical engineering was an unpopular major, and the number of females in the department was pitifully low. However, she had fought with Lin Zihui through four years of college, followed by a Master's and Doctorate. Although Lin Zihui was always inferior, in order to compete with her, Lin Zihui put in enough effort to keep up. From this point of view, Lin Ziyin felt that Lin Zihui was a pitiful person.
Perhaps this time Lin Zihui had shown mercy out of fear of bearing the guilt of murder.
However, it seemed that her own situation was not optimistic. At the very least, Lin Ziyin felt her bones were falling apart, especially her head, which was in agony. She didn't know whether such a major impact would leave any lingering effects.
Right now, Lin Ziyin really wished that her good friend He Yue was by her side. He was also her primary doctor. She didn't want to survive but spend the rest of her life lying in bed.
"Grandpa, what should we do? My sister has been unconscious for six to seven days and hasn't woken up yet. Should we ask the master in the temple to come and have a look?" Lin Ziyin was muttering to herself when a sobbing sound echoed in her ears.
The voice was very strange, and she had never heard it before. She thought it might have been from a family member of a patient in the same ward.
"Grandpa, please ask the master to come and see my sister." A voice filled with sorrow pleaded, then a gentle hand was placed on Lin Ziyin's forehead.
Who was it? Lin Ziyin immediately dismissed the physical pain, and her muscles tensed up. She was sensitive and it was certain she did not know the owner of the hand on her forehead.
"Huiniang, don't worry. I'll ask the village doctor to come again." This was another deep male voice.
"I don't want my second sister to die." A child's crying voice.
"I should go and beg the master to come and see the girl." An elderly voice.
Who was it? Who was caring about her? Lin Ziyin became anxious, then her head hurt even more. The pain was so severe that even she, a strong person, couldn't bear it, "Ah."
A scream rang out, at the same time, many unfamiliar memories flooded into Lin Ziyin's head: She was truly dead, but it seemed she had been reborn into another girl named Lin Ziyin. Only, this Lin Ziyin was a bit luckier, she was poor but had three brothers and sisters, a virtuous sister-in-law, a grandpa, and even a little nephew, but her parents had passed away in a mountain accident.
Was this a dream? It seemed she had been alone for too long and in her dream, her desire for a family had been reflected.
Lin Ziyin was an atheist, and she did not believe in the notion of reincarnation.
"Sister."
"Girl, what's wrong with you?"
This is a dream, it's a dream! She repeated this in her mind like a mantra.
"Sister."
"Sister, it's all my fault. If it weren't for your useless brother, you wouldn't have gone into the mountain to search for food and had an accident." The young man started to sob uncontrollably, and then cries rang out in the room one by one.
Stop crying, it's so noisy. Even though it felt like a dream, Lin Ziyin thought it was too noisy.
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