Chapter 302 Book 6 The Culprit
The scent of roasted fish usually brought a smile to Old Man Ki's face, but tonight, it only intensified the bitter knot in his stomach. He watched from the shadows as the Yuan family gathered around a crackling bonfire, laughed, and shared their meager meal. Mother Yuan, her face soft in the firelight, handed a plump, grilled fish to her youngest, An An, who squealed with delight. His gaze lingered on the overflowing baskets of newly harvested vegetables next to their small, sturdy home – a stark contrast to the pitiful handful of wizened greens and a scrawny, bony fish he'd received earlier from them.
