The snow had started falling again without anyone noticing, but Gu Lingling had no desire to go home.
In her memory, Yao Ruanqian was a very elegant and gentle woman, who always spoke kindly to her and her brother, no, it could be said that Yao Ruanqian spoke softly to everyone.
She was kind to others, but what she got in return was malicious harm.
No evidence?
Hawthorns? When Yao Ruanqian gave birth to her at the end of October, it was the height of the hawthorn season in the mountains, and children would go into the hills to pick some hawthorns to bring home and eat.
But few people knew that pregnant women should not eat hawthorns.
Because there weren't many hawthorn trees in the mountains, and the villages were many, there wouldn't be much hawthorn fruit available.
But Wang said she saw plenty of hawthorn cakes in their house, and even the water that Gu Chunmei brought her was hawthorn water, which proved they had a lot of hawthorns that day.
