When Lin Daiyu opened her eyes, she felt sore all over, as if someone had thrown her to the ground hard. She wanted to raise her hands to rub her swollen temples, but found that her hands were horribly rough, covered with calluses and wrinkles.
"This is..." She sat up suddenly, but was hit by a wave of dizziness and had to hold on to the earth wall beside her. Plaster fell on the wall, making her cough.
"Grandma, you're finally awake!" A woman in coarse cloth pushed the door open and came in. "You said you were going to deliver some fresh fruits to Jia's family. Why did you fall in the yard?"
Lin Daiyu was stunned. Grandma? Jia Mansion? She looked down at her hands and touched her face again. All her tentacles were covered with rough skin. She staggered to the water tank, and the turbid water reflected a wrinkled face - that was Grandma Liu's face.
"I..." She opened her mouth, her voice was hoarse and old, "I am..."
"Don't be confused." The woman supported her, "Would you like to ask a doctor to take a look?"
"No need," Lin Daiyu - or Grandma Liu - waved her hand, "I'll just take a rest."
She sat on the kang, feeling confused. I clearly remember that I was in the Xiaoxiang Pavilion, coughing so hard that my eyesight went dark and I didn't know anything anymore. Why did he become Grandma Liu when he opened his eyes?
The sound of children playing outside the door came, and she remembered that according to her memory, it was indeed time for Grandma Liu to go to Jia's house. She took a deep breath. Since God allowed her to live again, she might as well go and take a look.
After packing the fruits, she set out on the road to Jia's house. Along the way, she struggled to adapt
