As a member of the working class, Lin Jingyu, a cargo registrar at a port, transmigrated to the early 1970s during her lunch break.
She unexpectedly discovered that she had entered a chronicl...
"What happened?"
Seeing the anxious look on Jingyu's face, Jingyu's heart skipped a beat. "What happened?"
"Poetic Language"
Peng Qibo looked embarrassed, as if he was having trouble speaking. "Go and see her quickly, she's almost scared out of her wits."
"You haven't explained what happened."
Lin Jingyu had no choice but to follow him to the neighboring courtyard.
As soon as she reached the door, she heard Peng Shiyu crying, which startled her so much that she quickly rushed inside. "What's wrong? What's wrong? Why are you crying?"
Upon entering the inner room, they found her sitting on the bed, crying. "Don't cry, what happened? Tell me quickly."
"Sister Jingyu, I, I'm sick."
Peng Shiyu cried with tears streaming down her face, her little face filled with panic. "So much blood! I'm bleeding so much! Am I going to die?"
"What?"
Lin Jingyu's head buzzed for a moment, and she couldn't help but get anxious, "Where is the blood coming from? Tell me quickly."
"Me~"
Her face flushed red, and Peng Shiyu dared not meet her gaze, pointing instead to the middle of the bed.
"Um?"
Lin Jingyu followed her gaze and saw the flashlight shining directly onto the thin blanket.
Reaching out and lifting the blanket, I saw a pool of bright red color.
"Oh my God."
Finally understand what's going on.
Lin Jingyu was both amused and exasperated. "I almost had a heart attack from being scared by you two siblings."
"Sister Jingyu~"
Peng Shiyu looked at her with a pained expression and reddened eyes.
Seeing her pitiful appearance, Lin Jingyu felt both amused and helpless. "Don't worry, this is normal."
I understand that she must have started her period, but her family hasn't told her about these things.
This sudden turn of events naturally terrified her, who was completely unaware of what was happening.