Crossing Over to Yamada Love

Sigh, it seems I'm just too homesick. Mu Lan closed her eyes. She'd been married for a year, and since marrying far away, she hadn't been home. Deep down, she must miss home terribly; otherwise, she wouldn't be dreaming about her grandmother and mother. But why was this dream so strange? Why were her grandmother and mother dressed in ancient costumes? And she clearly felt someone touching her face when she woke up—who was touching her? And now she could feel her forehead; it was her mother touching her. Aren't you supposed to feel nothing in dreams?

Thinking of this, she shuddered. Could it be that she had seen something evil and was being haunted by a ghost? Was a ghost impersonating her grandmother and mother? This was a funeral home! Mu Lan felt a little scared.

"Mother, look, Lanlan has closed her eyes again. She's also shivering. Could she have hurt herself somewhere?" Mulan's "mother" noticed Mulan's shivering and hurriedly asked her mother-in-law.

"Let me see, Lan'er, how are you? Answer Grandma." Mu Lan's "Grandma" also started calling her, and placed her hands on Mu Lan's head and body, stroking her continuously.

Mu Lan didn't want to agree. The old man said that you mustn't answer when a ghost is calling, because if you do, your soul will be taken away by the ghost. But that anxious question made her very uneasy.

"I'm fine," she replied instinctively. Whether she was dreaming or being haunted by a ghost, she didn't want her grandmother and mother to worry.

No! Mu Lan shuddered again. This...this wasn't her voice. The voice was so clear and crisp. It was clearly a little girl's voice. It was a voice that a 26-year-old adult like herself could make!

Teng Dimu Lan opened her eyes and felt her body. Her head ached, and her body ached a little, but it was still within a tolerable range. She raised her arm to look at it.

What caught her eye was a blue sleeve, the sleeve of an ancient costume, not her own smooth, delicate jade-like arm. Mu Lan clearly remembered that she had worn a sleeveless shirt when she came downstairs today. She then looked at her hand inside the sleeve.

So small, with yellowish skin, thin as a chicken's claw, it had no resemblance to her own delicate hands.

She could feel pain, which meant she wasn't dreaming. So what was this? Time travel?! A super popular term from a novel flashed through Mu Lan's mind.

Good heavens, no way! When other people time-travel, they either roll down stairs, get hit by a car, fall off a cliff, are murdered, or commit suicide. Or they get struck by lightning. And all she did was take a nap in a funeral home and time-traveled? Could she have tragically won such a huge prize?

Mulan was somewhat stunned, but she dared not scream or say anything more. How could she know that if she said something wrong or acted abnormally, her "family" might think she was possessed by a ghost and burn her alive! Weren't people in ancient times supposed to be superstitious?

What to do now? Her mind was in turmoil. She glanced around: the earthen bed, the wooden wardrobe and chests, the wooden beams, the wooden windows covered with paper. Everything indicated that this was no longer the era in which Mulan had lived for 26 years.

She's transmigrated! If the body isn't her own, then it must be her soul that's transmigrated. Mu Lan is now absolutely certain that she's won the lottery.

She tried her best to calm herself, her pupils slowly regaining their light. What's done is done. Besides, the grandmother and mother before her were so similar to her own grandmother and mother in modern times—could this be her past life? Mu Lan tried to reassure herself. But what year was this?

Mu Lan calmed herself down and sat up. Looking at the two faces before her, filled with concern and anxiety, she forced a smile. But the smile was so weak, fading before it could fully bloom, making one's heart ache.

"Girl, you scared Grandma to death! It's good that you're alright, it's good that you're alright." Grandma hugged Mulan tightly, so tightly that Mulan could hardly breathe.

However, Mulan did not refuse or resist, but let her grandmother hug her tightly. How many years had it been since she had seen her grandmother? How long had it been since she had been hugged by her grandmother? In her past life, she always regretted that her grandmother had passed away before she came of age, leaving her no time to be filial to her. Now, being held in her grandmother's arms again, was this God giving her a chance to be filial to her grandmother and make up for the regret of her past life? Mulan greedily inhaled the warm scent emanating from her grandmother.

"Lanlan, it's good that you're alright." Her mother, standing beside her, also grabbed her hand, tears streaming down her face.

Don't worry, Mom, I promise to treat you well in this life. I will never be rebellious again, never make you angry, and I will make you proud of me!

Mulan enjoyed her grandmother's love while secretly thinking about her mother.

"Grandma, Mom. I've brought the water. Let me wash my sister's face again." A voice said as it entered the house.

Mulan peeked at the newcomer; it was a little girl, about twelve years old, with her hair styled in two buns, the color of which was a dry, yellowish hue. Her face was quite pretty, though lacking luster, giving her a malnourished appearance. Her clothes, though clean, were faded considerably, clearly from frequent washing. She carried a washbasin and walked towards the kang (heated brick bed).

Mulan took another closer look at her grandmother's and mother's clothes. She couldn't distinguish ancient clothing, only knowing that they were skirts, made of cloth, and the colors weren't bright; they were already faded from washing. It was normal for her grandmother to wear dark colors because of her age, but what about her mother? Why was she also wearing dark colors? And she herself was wearing blue clothes—was that a color a girl should wear? If she wasn't mistaken, this family probably wasn't very well-off.

The girl who entered the room looked anxious, but when she saw that Mulan was awake and leaning against her grandmother, her face lit up with joy. She accidentally dropped a basin of water, splashing it on the floor and wetting her clothes, but she didn't care. She rushed to the kang (heated brick bed), looking at Mulan with delight, and asked repeatedly, "Lanlan, you're awake! That's wonderful! Grandma, Mom, and we were all so scared. So much blood from your head. It must hurt so much!"

Mu Lan looked at the little girl before her, her big eyes filled with concern—the kind of concern only family members would show. From her words, it seemed she was her older sister. She said her head was bleeding? Had she gone out to change her water? She was only 12 years old, while her body housed a 26-year-old soul. But seeing how much the girl cared for her, she decided to accept her as her older sister.

After thinking it over, Mu Lan smiled gratefully at her. Her grandmother and mother didn't blame the girl for spilling the basin. They just kept watching Mu Lan with delight, afraid that something might happen to her.

"Grandma, Mom. The doctor is here." A clear male voice came from outside. The voice sounded young.

"Dr. Chen, you've arrived! Please come in." Mu Lan's older sister quickly ran to pick up the overturned basin and went to the door to invite the doctor.

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Introducing the book "Rebirth of the Eldest Daughter"

In her previous life, she was the eldest daughter of the Luo family and the prospective fifth wife of the Marquis's mansion. Before she even entered the family, she and her sister died tragically. After being reborn, will she continue to be a docile lamb, letting others slaughter her, or will she fight back and find her own happiness?

PS: The female protagonist is an ordinary woman with no glamorous background or illustrious family connections, but ordinary women can also have extraordinary lives.

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