This early spring weather is truly uncanny. He muttered, then turned back into the warm house.
The door closed right in front of Qiu Niang's face, just a hand's breadth away from her pale, deathly face.
Her body trembled involuntarily, after a long time she slowly turned around, staring at the two and screamed: "He, he can't see me? Why! Why is there another woman here, and a child? He, he..." Did he find another woman again? But they just parted half a day ago, where did that child come from?
The exhaustion of coming in the middle of the night, the pain of being betrayed by her lover, finally struck her down ruthlessly. Her voice was shrill, her fingernails deeply embedded into her palms, and stars of red light sparkled in her eyes.
Ning Xiaoxian spoke, even though she was clearly ten meters away, her voice distinctly reached Qiu Niang's ears:
