It was noon on the sixth day of the Lunar New Year.
In a courtyard in Shiqiao Village, a pair of sisters were having a meal.
Perhaps because Xiao Mo was gone and only the two of them remained, the dinner table felt a little desolate.
In the past, Bai Ruxue would always be thinking of new recipes, considering how tired Xiao Mo must be from his studies.
But after Xiao Mo left, the sisters' meals became much simpler, usually just one meat dish and one vegetable dish.
"Sister, let me do the dishes…" Xiao Qing said to her sister after they finished lunch.
"It's fine, I'll do it. I don't have much to do anyway." Bai Ruxue shook her head with a smile and carried the bowls into the kitchen.
But a moment later, the sound of a shattering bowl came from the kitchen.
Xiao Qing hurried inside.
In the kitchen, shards of a clay bowl littered the floor. Her sister was propped against the counter, looking as if she might collapse at any moment.
