The snow fell silently, and in no time, the path just swept was once again covered in a piercing white.
After seeing Li Lian off, Yu Tingwan returned to the house.
She walked slowly, yet each step seemed to carry both heaviness and relief.
In her ears, past memories of Mrs. Wang's sharp voice played back and forth.
["Your sister-in-law has barely any flesh on her chest, no milk, and the baby is crying like that. The daily noise grates on my nerves, are you deaf? Hurry up and see who in the village has goats and get some goat milk."]
Even though Mrs. Wang disliked baby girls, she was still a part of the Hu family, and it would not do to let her starve while watching.
["Why isn't the meal cooked yet? Do you want to starve me?"]
["Quick, shovel the snow in the yard. Do I really have to remind you of these things? How can you be so lazy?"]
