Over at the farm, ever since Jiang Jiangyu left, Lin Xuelin, who was in despair for two days straight, suffered many lashes and ultimately collapsed completely. On the vacated long bed, she, feverish and delirious, could not distinguish between reality and dreams, feebly reaching out to grab her mother Chen Jingru's hand, yet always missing it by just a bit, unable to grasp it.
People came and went in front of her, including her grandmother Gu Ruyi, her grandfather, her father, and many other people she was familiar with, all quietly giving her one glance before turning away.
Only her mother continuously wept for her. She felt hatred, wondering why her mother only cried and did not embrace her? She felt cold, cold and pain all over. No, they all didn't want her anymore; no one wanted her anymore.
