Chapter 7 Breaking off the Marriage (1)_1

"Ouch, my head hurts." Lin Ziyin saw the surprised expressions on their faces and, fearing suspicion, covered her head and moaned on purpose.

"What's wrong?" Lin Changshu asked in surprise.

"Sister, how come you have a headache again?" Lin Zige rushed over anxiously to examine the wound on her head.

"I don't know, whenever I try to think, my head hurts." Lin Ziyin replied pitifully.

"If it hurts, don't think." The old man spoke tenderly, "Don't think about anything. If you can't remember the past, so be it. With our family here, no one can bully you."

"I'm much better now. Grandpa, please don't worry." Lin Ziyin felt a bit guilty about her lie, but seeing that the Lin family successfully dismissed their suspicions, she felt joyous.

Regardless, having inexplicably traveled to the Lin family, which seemed warm and welcoming, she needed such a family to lean on.

"Girl, did you really see Bodhisattva and Buddha in your dream?" After Ziyin calmed down, the old man brought up the old topic again.

Lin Ziyin nodded, once the lie started, she must persist.

"I was always confused, I couldn't understand what Buddha or the Bodhisattva was saying. But Buddha said that since I've met them, it's fate, so he stuffed a book in my head which has now filled my mind with a lot of things."

"What did it fill up?" Lin Zige asked excitedly and curiously.

"I...." Lin Ziyin's face showed a pained expression.

"Alright, don't push her too hard. Let her talk when she remembers later. And remember, everything Ziyin said today, none of you are to speak of it." The old man spoke.

"Yes." Lin Changshu was the first to assure, "Ziyin, rest well, if you can't remember, don't force it."

Lin Ziyin weakly nodded. In reality, she wanted to sleep as well, as this body was too frail.

When she woke up again, Lin Ziyin noticed that the room had darkened and guessed it might be evening.

Simultaneously, she felt a chill, so she had to pull the worn-out quilt over her and shrink her body into it.

"Sister, it's time to eat." The curtain was lifted, and Lin Zige, her eldest sister, came in.

"Dinner?" Lin Ziyin asked.

"Hmm." Lin Zige sat skillfully on the edge of her bed with a bowl of food, preparing to feed her.

"I'll do it myself." Lin Ziyin remarked.

"Ziyin, you need to eat properly, your body will recover only then." The curtain was lifted, and two little fellows barged in.

"Ziyin, eat." The younger one spoke.

"Zhizhi, you should call her aunt." Lin Zige looked helplessly at her little nephew as she corrected him again.

"Big sister." Little Bun stared with round eyes but didn't change his words.

Lin Ziyin watched the little fellow amusedly and then said to Lin Zige, "Big sister, let me do it myself."

"Can you manage?"

"I can." Lin Ziyin nodded while saying.

"Then be careful." Lin Zige handed over the bowl to her and presented her with a white onigiri.

Lin Ziyin looked into the bowl and saw what appeared to be not too thick rice porridge. Seeing the white onigiri, she was taken aback slightly. From the merged memory, she knew the Lin family was barely scraping by their meals and hadn't had rice and white flour for a while.

How did they get this rice and white flour?

"Ziyin, eat." Lin Changting urged her.

Lin Yanzhi seemed to envy the onigiri in her hand, then forcefully withdrew his gaze, "Ziyin, eat."