The heavy rain arrived as expected.
The sky was dark and oppressive, thunder was deafening, as if it would destroy all of heaven and earth.
The violent wind followed, rampaging arrogantly, making the old house as cold as an ice cellar.
Dry branches were set ablaze, and Yu Tingwan added a few more logs, the dancing flames driving away the chill from her body.
In the pot, radishes brought over from the Wei Family were being cooked, chopped into chunks, with some wild mountain onions picked from the hills sprinkled in.
The taste wasn't great, but the hot soup warmed her stomach, bringing some color back to the girl's pale face.
Her lower abdomen ached dully; her menstruation was coming soon.
Yu Tingwan's periods were always irregular, but each time they came, it felt like it took half her life.
She went to lie on the couch, covering herself with a quilt, listening with open eyes to the cold wind howling outside.
