Granny Lin stood rooted to the ground in a daze. After a long while, two streams of tears flowed out of her turbid eyes. She turned around and looked at the memorial tablets in the house with a sorrowful expression. She muttered, "Father, Mother, my clansmen, will you resent me?"
She was once as innocent and kind as Jian Qingqing. That year, when she was 15or 16 years old, she saved a young man and placed him in the ancestral home that no one was living in. Later on, her heart fell on him, she ignored the dissuasion of her clansmen and married him. The young man had no home to return to. Her parents wanted him to marry into their family, but she could not bear to do so. She begged her parents to pay for him to build a room and marry him.
