Quick Transmigration: Survive to the End

Chapter 290 World 52

Once again rejected by her parents and treated like a child by her older sister, Yin Yin had no choice but to choose the last option.

That night, Yin Yin lay in the gauze tent, pretending to be coaxed to sleep by her wet nurse, before opening her eyes.

She stared at the patterns on the top of the tent, and even though her eyelids were drooping, she refused to fall asleep until all was quiet. When she estimated that it was about time, she first held her breath for a moment, and then burst into tears.

"Father! Mother! Waaah, sister!"

"Bad guys, get out of here! Don't bully my sister!"

She was still young, and her voice had the sharpness unique to a child's voice, which carried far in the quiet night.

The wet nurse and the maid on night watch quickly got up.

"Miss, Miss," the wet nurse pulled back the curtain and saw Yin Yin crying with her eyes closed, her hands clenched into fists and waving them around.

The wet nurse noticed that her face was flushed, and when she touched her forehead, she felt that she was a little hot and her back was also sweaty. She quickly instructed the maid, "Go and tell the master and madam that we probably need to call a doctor."

The wet nurse wrapped Yin Yin in a small blanket and picked her up, gently stroking her from head to back, soothing her slowly: "Puff puff puff, don't be scared. Miss, your wet nurse is here, don't be afraid."

Yinyin lowered her voice as she cooperated, but she was still sobbing softly, constantly calling out for her parents and sister.

Before long, Lin Jingjing, who was next to Yinyin in the small building, sent her head maid over first: "Nanny Zhao, the eldest young lady heard the second young lady crying and asked me to come and see."

“Miss Hua Shan,” Zhao’s nanny said anxiously, but she spoke very softly, afraid of disturbing Yin Yin and making her cry again. “Our young lady doesn’t know what she was dreaming about, but she suddenly started crying and kept calling out for the master, the madam and the eldest young lady.”

Hua Shan took a few steps forward and, sure enough, saw that Yin Yin's face was still wet with tears, and she kept muttering the same two sentences over and over again. After asking if she didn't need help for the time being, she hurried back to report to Lin Jingjing.

After a while, Lin Jingjing, who was wrapped up tightly in a cloak, arrived at Yinyin's residence around the same time as her parents.

Lin's mother took her youngest daughter with a tender heart and personally comforted her.

Yinyin knew they had all arrived, and wearily opened her eyes: "Father, Mother, Sister."

Yinyin was so sleepy, but when she saw the three of them, tears streamed down her face. She looked at one and then at the other, not letting anyone leave her side.

Mr. Lin originally intended to ask Zhao, the wet nurse, to come over and inquire about the situation, but he could only ask her here in front of Yin Yin.

Zhao, the wet nurse, said, "This night before bed, Miss was no different from usual, except that she suddenly started crying loudly just now, and kept waving her hands as if she was hitting someone."

The wet nurse recounted to them everything Yin Yin had said and done while "dreaming," making sure not to miss a single word.

Mr. Lin nodded and said nothing. He followed his wife to her side and saw that his usually energetic little daughter was now so sleepy and looking at them pitifully. His heart melted.

"Don't be afraid, Yinyin, your father, mother, and sister are all here," Lin's father said, patting Yinyin's head. "What did you dream about, Yinyin?"

Yinyin pouted and started crying again.

Lin's mother glared at her husband: "Yinyin finally stopped crying, and you're provoking her again."

Lin Jingjing, who was standing to the side, nodded in agreement, clearly agreeing with her mother.

Mr. Lin touched his nose: "I was just thinking that I should find out what happened first so that I could treat the problem properly."

"Yinyin is so tired but still won't sleep, keeping a close eye on the three of us. It's fine for the two of us adults, but Yinyin and Jingjing are still little, how can they stay up like this?"

Lin's mother thought this made sense, so she also coaxed Yinyin to tell them, "Dreams are always the opposite of reality, it's good to talk about them."

Yinyin deliberately let them coax her a few more times before rubbing her eyes and saying, "Sister has grown up and is so beautiful. Bad people came to our house, and Mom and Dad bled a lot. Sister was taken away by bad people, and there were so many bad people. Sister kept crying."

At this point, Yinyin reached out and insisted on pulling Lin Jingjing's hand: "Sister, don't cry. It hurts Yinyin's heart when you cry."

Mr. and Mrs. Lin exchanged a glance, both seeing the worry in each other's eyes, and suddenly found themselves unable to utter many words of comfort.

After all, their eldest daughter's appearance is indeed getting better and better. Mr. and Mrs. Lin sometimes worry about what kind of son-in-law they should find in the future to protect her.

Mr. Lin thought for a moment, and was about to speak when he noticed his eldest daughter's pale face and trembling hands: "Jingjing, don't be afraid, your sister is just dreaming."

“But Dad, I… I can’t help it,” Lin Jingjing said, barely managing to calm herself down. “After hearing what Yinyin said, my heart felt like it was being squeezed by something, so tight.”

Originally, after his eldest daughter turned seven, Lin's father rarely had any close contact with her. But at this moment, he couldn't help but hold her in his arms and gently comfort her: "Good child, you were just frightened by what your sister said. Look, your father and mother are here now."

Lin Jingjing buried her head in her father's shoulder, nodded gently, and finally felt much better.

Mr. Lin breathed a sigh of relief. Seeing that Yin Yin had stopped crying and was only staring at her older sister with concern, he said with a sigh of relief, "Jingjing, look, your little sister is looking at you."

Lin Jingjing glanced at her, then shyly buried her head back down. She quickly got up and, just like her sister usually did for her, gently bumped heads with her.

Looking at her gentle older sister, Yin Yin reached out to hug her, wanting nothing more than to be close to her.

Seeing this, Lin's parents simply put Yinyin on the bed and let Jingjing lie down with her younger sister.

The two sisters sat shoulder to shoulder, hand in hand, and soon fell asleep.

Mr. and Mrs. Lin watched their two children sleeping peacefully and remained silent for a while. It wasn't until the doctor was invited in, took the pulse of both children, and left a prescription, saying that if they were fine after waking up the next day, they would not need to take any medicine, that they gave the doctor extra for his consultation fee and saw him off properly.

"Master," Madam Lin didn't plan to return to the main courtyard tonight, so she told the wet nurse and maids to go and rest, staying by her two daughters' sides. Seeing Mr. Lin return, she finally spoke, "What about Yinyin's dream..."

She didn't say anything more, but Lin's father understood.

"Let's go back to our hometown in a couple of days and ask around at Xuanfeng Temple."

Lin's mother nodded: "It's good to go and ask, otherwise I'll never be able to let it go in my heart."

But Lin's mother thought for a moment: "Do you think it's because we refused Yinyin's request to practice martial arts during the day that she had nightmares?"

“If that’s the case,” Mr. Lin frowned, “Yinyin would never specifically mention that Jingjing will be beautiful when she grows up. How could she understand such things at such a young age?”

Yes.

Lin's mother looked at her youngest daughter. This child hadn't been out much in her life, so how could she have such a dream?

"Could it be that we've done so many good deeds over the years that this is a warning from Heaven?"