After listening to what 001 said.

After an unknown amount of time, Hang Suisui's thoughts gradually returned to normal.

Hang Suisui felt a pang of sorrow in her heart.

She couldn't imagine how much psychological and physical harm a child of only a few years old had endured for so long in such a suffocating situation, to become so desperate.

That child, who was afraid of even a scratch, was no longer afraid of something as terrifying as a raging fire.

And what kind of feelings do you have as you watch your loved ones go from being warm and harmonious to being completely unrecognizable?

That's enough! I feel sorry for him!

Is this really a script?

Only an idiot author could write a plot like this!

They actually killed a child!

They're utterly heartless!

Hang Suisui felt very heavy-hearted at this moment, feeling that it was heavier than the huge rock that had crushed her!

What would happen to Lin Yu if we hadn't made a mistake in the transmission?

001 was noticeably less active: [I might die, host. I don't know what will happen.]

The oppressive atmosphere in Hang Suisui's mind made 001 want to cry.

Hang Suisui: [Do you know what will happen to Lin Yu, who is now alive?]

Although it's a fictional world, being in it now, everyone feels so real that Hang Suisui can't treat it as a virtual existence.

Now that Lin Yu's fate has been changed, his future will surely change as well.

But 001 gave a different answer: "The plot hasn't started yet, and I don't know the future fate of others; I can only see what has happened in the past."

The transmission error has prevented the script from starting yet, and 001 has become depressed, silently glancing at the energy pool.

He sighed.

We'll have to wait a few more days.

Even the main storyline script can only be seen in outline.

This gave 001 a sudden feeling that if the host were given the complete book, he would run away.

They even carried trains overnight!

001 glanced silently at the sorrowful Hang Suisui, but dared not speak…

As dawn broke, a thick fog enveloped the village, and the morning sunlight filtered through the thin clouds, falling gently and abundantly.

It seems the ashes from last night's fire have been brushed away.

The villagers, still shrouded in the morning mist, carried baskets and bamboo hampers filled with the fruits and vegetables they had grown themselves, and headed towards the town along the path.

"Uncle, you're opening so early. Is there anything I need to bring you today?"

As Old Chen, who was eating noodles at the door, looked up, he saw the young man standing in front of him.

The young man was wearing a gray short-sleeved shirt, with neat and clean hair, an honest appearance, and somewhat dark skin. He was carrying a basket of peeled green walnuts on his back, which he was going to sell in town.

Old Chen's clinic is located beside this winding path.

Old Chen, holding a steaming bowl, put down his chopsticks and chuckled, "It's getting late. You haven't sold all your walnuts yet? I don't have anything to bring today."

Zhu Kui's family had an old walnut tree. The tree was very big, with lush branches and leaves. Every year, it would be full of fruit. The family couldn't eat it all, so they would take it to town to sell to supplement their income.

Zhu Kui, like his appearance, was honest and kind-hearted, without any guile.

He took a bag, filled it with some walnuts, and handed it to Old Chen.

"Uncle, please take these walnuts and eat them. I'll be going now, it's going to get hot soon."

Old Chen put down his chopsticks, happily accepted the bag, and didn't refuse. It was common for every household in the village to exchange small gifts, and refusing would seem like a formality.

As Chen Xinyi came out of the kitchen carrying a bowl, she saw Zhu Kui's departing figure.

"Dad, who is it?"

Old Chen smiled and placed the walnuts on the table in front of him where he was seeing patients: "That boy from the Zhu family is selling walnuts again."

Seeing Chen Xinyi walking over, Old Chen picked up his chopsticks again, held his bowl, and changed the subject.

He asked, "Are those two little kids awake yet? Take this and let them eat it."

Chen Xinyi sat on the stool next to Old Chen and stirred the noodles in her bowl with her chopsticks.

"They just woke up. I brought them some noodles. They were probably terrified yesterday, because neither of them has been talking much today. I didn't dare to ask them anything."

I was planning to ask the two kids what happened yesterday when they woke up, and also about that little girl—I wonder whose she is.

But just now she noticed that both children looked unwell; one was thin, pale, and dazed, while the other looked distressed and on the verge of tears.

Her appearance was so pitiful that she couldn't bear to ask her anything.

After listening, Old Chen shook his head and sighed.

No matter how big the problem, those who are alive must continue to live.

After finishing her noodles, Chen Xinyi took them to the kitchen.

"————Click."

Old Chen sat on the eaves, slowly tapping the freshly peeled walnuts in his hand, holding a small hammer.

Fresh walnuts are easy to crack; a gentle tap will break several holes, and with a quick snap, a whole kernel will easily come out of the shell.

When Chen Xinyi finished washing the dishes and tidying up the kitchen, she heard Old Chen call out to her.

"Xinyi, come here and take these cracked walnuts to the child and the girl."

"well!"

Chen Xinyi responded, shook the water droplets off her hands, and walked over to take the walnut kernels.

This clinic has only three rooms, plus a kitchen and a toilet at the back.

The house was a single-story building, with rooms on the left and right sides of the main room. The room on the left, next to the toilet at the back of the house, was where Old Chen lived.

The two rooms on the right are connected, with the kitchen at the far end. The room next to the main room is where Chen Xinyi usually lives, while the room next to the kitchen is for occasional visits from relatives and friends.

The main hall in the middle was larger than the other rooms, and it was separated from the front by a curtain. In front of it were the cabinets and chairs that Old Chen usually used for his consultations.

Behind the curtain were three small beds, each only big enough for one adult to lie on. Next to them were several small cabinets and a small table for patients to eat at.

This takes up the entire space, and if there are many people, it will feel extremely crowded.

But it's clean and tidy, and there's a fairly large window on the wall that lets in sunlight, making it bright and airy.

Hang Suisui's bed was right by the window. After finishing breakfast, she tried to communicate with Lin Yu but failed. Then she frowned and stared blankly out the window.

He chatted with 001 in fits and starts.

[001, do you know who his biological parents are? Lin Yu is now an orphan. He's so young, how will he survive without anyone to take care of him?]

Even if we find his biological parents, what good will it do? Parents who abandon their newborn child can't possibly treat him well. They didn't want him at all.

001 didn't know why, but he didn't have any information about Lin Yu's parents. Even if all he had was information about what had happened in each person's life, there was no reason why he wouldn't have information about Lin Yu's parents.

In this situation, there is only one possibility.

That means Lin Yu's parents didn't know he existed.

But how could his parents not know about their child's existence?

it's out of the question.

The only explanation I can come up with for this situation is insufficient permissions.