Several peaceful days had passed, but just as Yan Wanqing and the others prepared to leave, a significant event occurred in Sea Village.
Auntie Hua was dead.
She died at Yan Wanqing's doorstep with a tranquil expression, as if she were sleeping, smiling slightly, but her body was soaking wet, as though she had just been fished out of water.
She died silently.
Only when Yan Wanqing opened her door in the morning did she discover her.
Soon, her door was surrounded by the village chief and his people.
"It has nothing to do with me," Yan Wanqing said calmly.
She looked at Uncle Jin, who had red-rimmed eyes and exuded anger, and repeated, "Uncle Jin, I had no quarrel or grudge with Aunt Hua. It's impossible for me to harm her. Besides, why would I leave the body at my own doorstep? Clearly, someone intends to frame me."
Uncle Jin sat on the ground holding Auntie Hua's body, looking a decade older.
