Lin Yu felt a sudden surge of panic, his heart pounding wildly in his chest. "Oh no," he thought anxiously, "am I supposed to tell them I learned this from the memories of my past life? That sounds completely absurd; they certainly won't believe it."
Just as Lin Yu was feeling like an ant on a hot pan, beads of sweat the size of soybeans rolling down his forehead while his brain raced frantically without managing to come up with a reasonable explanation or knowing how to reply, Qian Qiuyue stepped in just in time to interrupt Father Lin. Her tone was gentle yet carried an unquestionable firmness. "Everyone has their own secrets," she said. "As for how Xiaoyu came to know this news, it belongs to his own secrets. You shouldn't pry too much." Her voice was soft as water, yet carried a gentle, irresistible determination.
Hearing this, the heavy boulder that had been hanging in Lin Yu's chest dropped with a loud thud. His entire body seemed to relax as if freed from a taut bowstring, and he let out a huge sigh of relief, secretly feeling grateful. "Thank God for Mother," he thought, "otherwise I really wouldn't know how to explain how I found out about this news." A look of relief washed over his face, and his eyes were filled with gratitude toward his mother.
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