Could Zhao Chunlian have gotten blood on herself because she started her period today?
Lin Tian felt like a confused monk who couldn't touch his head, puzzled as he came out of the bedroom into the living room.
"Lin Tian, are you awake? Are you feeling dizzy now?" Li Xiaomei asked from the kitchen.
"Yeah."
Lin Tian responded, asking, "Where's your mom?"
"My mom went out, she should be back soon..."
Li Xiaomei hadn't finished speaking when Zhao Chunlian came back.
Seeing Lin Tian was awake, Zhao Chunlian walked over wiping the sweat from her forehead and said, "Lin Tian, you're sober now, aren't you dizzy anymore?"
Just like mother and daughter, their words were almost exactly the same.
Lin Tian smiled and shook his head, asking, "Aunt, where did you go?"
"Dashuan has died, and now it's summer, we must bury him quickly or he'll start to smell... I've been busy since noon calling on family after family to help."
