Twenty-five years ago.
Wind Bell Village.
In a delicately beautiful small courtyard, a gentle and graceful young woman was watering flowers.
Her belly was prominently swollen; she gently caressed it while tending to the flowers and plants in the yard.
Villagers passing by greeted her:
"Lady Liu, your courtyard is really beautiful!"
"Lady Liu, you're about to give birth, shouldn't you rest more?"
The woman smiled in response to her neighbors, her face full of happiness.
Her name was Zhang Cui'Er, originally from Xinghua Village more than six hundred li away, and she had married into Wind Bell Village last year.
Zhang Cui'Er was deeply in love with her husband Liu Li. They soon had a child after marriage, and it had been nine months already.
Liu Li had planted a field of rice outside the village and sometimes went hunting in the mountains, while Zhang Cui'Er wove cloth and tended flowers at home, making their small courtyard beautiful and refined.
