"There's no need." Yan Huan's throat stung slightly. She really needed a cup of hot water, even a mouthful would do. Yet, she was also painfully aware of the villagers' exclusion toward her, so she would not go.
"Aunt, I'll be leaving first," Yan Huan turned around. She dragged her limp leg as she took each step further away from the place. There was not much snow accumulated in the village aside from the thick layers dusted upon the roofs of the cottages across the entire village.
Changsheng's mother was unable to persuade her to stay. The sight of the bundle of firewood lying by the door was ineffably heavy on her heart.
It's not easy for a woman to be on the streets when it's snowing this heavily.
