In the previous life, the female lead had also been drugged.
The difference was that when someone knocked on the door, she found a man lying next to her and screamed in terror.
It was still the 1960s, and illicit relations between men and women were illegal.
The man woke up entirely baffled, only to find himself labeled as the original host's paramour.
Fortunately, the man was unmarried and the woman was a widow. In the end, the man agreed to marry the original host, which finally put an end to the farce.
But the matter didn't end there. The man suddenly received a mission and left Zhoujia Village early.
Within a few days, rumors were flying everywhere.
Everyone said the original host had set her sights on Su Lang because he was a military officer, deliberately seduced him, and used underhanded tactics to force him to marry her.
The original host still longed for her late husband, Zhou Chen. Being highly sensitive, she couldn't bear the gossip and pointing fingers.
She thought of death.
A strip of white cloth became her final resting place.
This also marked the beginning of the female supporting character's tragic life.
With both parents dead, the female supporting character could only be sent to her grandparents.
Zhou Chen's old mother felt that the original host was a loose woman who had jinxed her son to death, so she naturally despised this granddaughter.
Not only did she beat and scold the girl at the drop of a hat, but she also constantly made her do heavy chores.
Fortunately, Su Lang returned two months later. Upon learning of the original host's death, he sighed, gave Zhou Chen's mother a sum of money, and adopted the female supporting character.
Later, when the female supporting character was eight years old, Su Lang also sacrificed his life in the line of duty.
She was then adopted by Su Lang's comrade-in-arms, Zhou Jianjun, the man who was getting married today.
Zhou Jianjun was also from Zhoujia Village. Strictly speaking, the female supporting character had to call him Uncle. He was also the father of the book's original female lead.
Having gained a pretty older sister, the book's female lead was only happy for a few days before she heard her parents arguing over her.
The mother cried to her daughter, claiming that the father only brought the girl back because he still harbored feelings for the original host. No matter how much the father explained, she refused to listen.
Cracks appeared in the once-harmonious family, and the book's female lead began to hate the female supporting character.
Before the female supporting character could enjoy a few good days, rumors about her mother spread throughout the entire military compound.
At only eight years old, bouncing between different households, her personality gradually became gloomy and timid, like a lowly, pitiful little mouse.
Inheriting her mother's beauty, she also suffered a lot of criticism.
When she was little, children her age threw stones at her, calling her the daughter of a vixen.
When she grew up, the insults changed to she really is the daughter of a vixen, cheap, and cannot live without men.
On the day she came of age, she could finally leave that home and flee to a place where no one knew her.
But her role in the story was not over; she lived on as the ultimate foil to the book's female lead.
The female lead married the son of a military region leader, while she married a street punk.
The female lead had a son and a daughter, enjoying a happy family, while she remained childless.
The female lead's husband climbed the ranks, while her husband remained a petty street vendor.
The female lead's happiness shone even brighter when contrasted with the female supporting character's misery.
Thinking of this, Lin Zhilan sighed.
She had never married or even been in a relationship; she had dedicated the first half of her life entirely to her work.
Now, not only was she a widow, but she also had a daughter.
In the 1960s, during such difficult times, could she really support herself and a child?
Wait!
Lin Zhilan suddenly realized: she had been drugged, so where was the child right now?
Ignoring her soaking wet clothes, she immediately ran back to her room.
There were no electric lights in the room. As Lin Zhilan groped her way inside, she heard a faint sobbing sound.
Linlin? she called out hesitantly, relying on the original host's memories.
Hearing her mother's voice, little Linlin's crying grew louder.
Lin Zhilan hurriedly found the kerosene lamp and lit it.
Only then could she see the situation in the room clearly.
Little Linlin was huddled in the corner of the bed, her eyes red and swollen from crying. She reached out her arms to be held. Mommy.
Perhaps due to the lingering will of the body's original owner, Lin Zhilan inexplicably felt a sting in her nose.
Hold on a second, baby. Mommy needs to change clothes first.
Lin Zhilan quickly changed her clothes, returned to the bed, and hugged Linlin.
As soon as she was in her mother's embrace, little Linlin stopped crying instantly.Track Pregnancy
Lin Zhilan patted her back to soothe her while reaching out to check her pulse.
There were no major issues, just some malnutrition.
Perhaps exhausted from crying, the child fell asleep after only a short while of coaxing.
Lin Zhilan tinkered in the kitchen for a long time before finally boiling a pot of hot water. She took a bath herself and then wiped the child's face and back.
After finishing all this, she finally lay down properly.
As if sensing something, Linlin's little body automatically gravitated closer, hugging her mother's arm.
Lin Zhilan sighed softly. Her parents had divorced when she was young, and her desire for family and familial love had long been worn away.
In her memory of the car crash, the front of her car had been completely crushed. There was absolutely no chance of survival.
Although she did not know why she had transmigrated to this place, since she had taken over the original host's body, she was determined to raise the female supporting character well and never let her end up like she did in the book.
As soon as this thought crossed her mind, Lin Zhilan suddenly felt her whole body relax, as if breaking free from some invisible shackles. It was as though she had only just now gained full control over this body.
Mentally and physically exhausted, Lin Zhilan fell asleep holding Linlin.
When she woke up the next day, Lin Zhilan felt a splitting headache, and her limbs were so sore she could not lift them.
In her hazy state, she saw a man wiping her hands and face. Before she could make out who it was, she fell asleep again.
In her dream, she arrived at a vast grassland.
Deep within the grassland was a spring bubbling with a steady trickle of water, surrounded by endless, boundless land.
Parched with thirst, she scooped up some spring water and took a few sips. To her surprise, a layer of grime surfaced on her skin.
Lin Zhilan was instantly jolted awake.
When she opened her eyes again, Linlin was sitting on a small stool, holding a flatbread in her hand, staring at her unblinkingly.
Seeing her awake, Linlin's eyes lit up. Mommy
After calling out, she wrinkled her nose and said with a bitter face, Mommy is stinky.
Startled, Lin Zhilan realized that she did indeed smell a bit, and there was a layer of grime floating on her skin.
Could it be because of the dream last night?
With no time to overthink, Lin Zhilan told her daughter to sit obediently while she went to wash up first.
After bathing, Lin Zhilan noticed a new orchid-shaped birthmark on her wrist. A sudden thought struck her. She closed her eyes and focused her mind, and sure enough, she returned to the grassland.
Did she just get a magical space and a spiritual spring?
Lin Zhilan looked at her reflection on the water's surface.
The original host was already beautiful enough, but after a period of exposure to the wind, sun, and hard labor, she inevitably had a few small sunspots.
But now, the sunspots and the thin calluses on her hands were gone, and her skin had become even more hydrated and smooth.
What use was this? It would have been better to just give her more food!
Still, having it was better than nothing.
At the very least, with so much land, she could cultivate it and grow something to eat.
Feeling a bit comforted, with a flash, she returned to reality.
Walking into the room, she saw that Linlin was still sitting exactly as she had been before.
Lin Zhilan looked at the washbasin and towel placed by the bed and asked Linlin, Linlin, who came by earlier?
As if remembering something, Linlin took a piece of paper from her pocket and handed it to her.
Going on a mission. Wait for me to return. — Su Lang.
Lin Zhilan froze. In the previous life, they had been blocked in the room by people, leaving Su Lang and the original host with no choice but marriage.
There was no cold bath last night, no fever, and no note.
Yet, Su Lang still brought the little female supporting character to the military compound.Support Causes
He was a good man. If he had not sacrificed his life, the little supporting female character might have lived a much better life.
"Mommy?"
Seeing that she remained silent, Linlin tugged at her mother's sleeve in confusion.
Little Linlin had inherited the original owner's looks. Her eyes were big and bright, and she was as exquisite as a doll in a glass display window. Every little movement she made was simply adorable.
Lin Zhilan found it rather amusing. "Baby, why aren't you eating your pancake?"
Linlin shook her head. "Not... baby. I'm Linlin."
"Linlin is Mommy's baby," Lin Zhilan said with a smile. "Do you not like Mommy calling you that?"
A shy smile appeared on little Linlin's face. She raised the pancake in her hands high in the air. "Mommy, eat."
Lin Zhilan bent down and took a tiny bite. "Alright, now it's Linlin's turn to eat."
"Mhm."
Patting the little girl's head, Lin Zhilan walked into the kitchen.
There was another pancake sitting in a bowl, and some rice porridge was still being kept warm in the pot. Su Lang must have prepared all of this.
Lin Zhilan felt a strange sensation in her heart. Nothing had happened between them last night, so there was absolutely no need for Su Lang to do all this.
Just as she was eating breakfast with the child, loud, heavy knocks began to pound against the courtyard door once again.