Early in the morning, the sky was already a dim yellow, not as if it was about to rain, but filled with an endless sense of oppressiveness.
One by one, the households in the neighborhood began to stir, as it was the season to harvest the winter wheat. The men had to busy themselves in the fields, requiring an extra hustle to prepare the morning meal. The clatter of pots and pans was incessant, a typically joyous domestic cacophony, but it now sounded grating.
Dazhong was dead... Hua Xiaomai could never have imagined that this was the news Meng Yuhuai would bring back.
The feeling was entirely different from when she found out about Hua Dashan's death from Hua Erniang.
She and Hua Dashan were siblings in name, but in reality, she had never even met him, let alone had any affection for him. Considering Hua Erniang's descriptions of her so-called brother as someone who bullied his own sister and was no better than a beast, could she be expected to feel anything?
