The small hut was filled with the pungent scent of medicinal herbs, permeating every corner.
Jiang Shouzhong sat on the doorstep, resting his cheeks on his hands, his brows furrowed tightly, his face full of sorrow. Every so often, he patted his head as if to vent his irritation.
On the other side of the threshold, a boy named Hu was happily eating a bowl of lumpy noodle soup.
The sound of "slurp, slurp" was unusually clear in the quiet room, occasionally accompanied by the sound of sniffing.
He would occasionally glance back at the little girl lying on the bed, who looked like a delicate porcelain doll, secretly thinking to himself that this little sister was far more beautiful than the mayor's daughter in town.
Through the detailed recounting of a young woman, Jiang Shouzhong finally gained a general understanding of this place.
