Day by day, the heavy rain never ceased. The waters of the Cang River grew increasingly terrifying. At this rate, Quelan County and dozens of surrounding counties would be submerged by its almost overflowing waters.
Two little girls, only seven or eight years old, naturally knew nothing. They just played inside the house, while the woman watched them tenderly.
"Mommy, I don't want pancakes! I hate pancakes!" one girl frowned, clearly unhappy. "I like white steamed buns! I want white steamed buns!"
The woman in white smiled and patted her head. "Mommy will make them for you tomorrow... Be good now. Go to sleep."
In the midst of a bitter wind and driving rain, a procession could be seen moving slowly up the city's main road towards the manor. The two stone lions at the gates stood in the downpour, appearing desolate and lonely.
Then came a bout of intense arguing, accompanied by the sound of something smashing.
