The north wind howled, biting cold, as if it could cut through one's skin and flesh.
Yu Tingwan headed up the mountain, burying her head deeper, finding it hard to tread.
On the way, many villagers visiting relatives stopped to glance when they saw her.
Who didn't know that this girl, on the eve of New Year's, had rushed to the old Wei Family house and almost made Mrs. Wei have a stroke.
Zhuang Mei spread nasty rumors outside.
She said the second wife was sharp-tongued, disrespectful to elders, and fiercely aggressive.
She said that the girl showed her face everywhere and would eventually run off with some wild man.
Noticing their gaze, Yu Tingwan slowly looked up and recognized a few who had helped when she moved out of the Hu Family.
The girl had black hair and pale skin, her apricot eyes shimmering like spring water, becoming more beautiful the more one looked, and she even smiled at them.
After she greeted them and walked away, the crowd was still in a daze.
