Satisfied, she swaggered out of the house, thinking: You are so haughty aren't you? Hitting my son and everything? Now that my son is accomplished and you are abandoned by Changsheng's mother, I would like to see how you are going to make a living!
Yan Huan straightened up and fetched some water to clean herself. She walked into her room—no, it wasn't hers anymore—that was filled with dust. The bed had been smashed, and the floor was scattered with the contents of her wardrobe. Even the wooden plank on the bed had been smashed through, exposing the compartment within. There was charcoal soot everywhere, and the few pieces of clothing she owned were covered in footprints. She didn't even have a single clean piece of clothing left.
Yan Huan picked up her clothes, dusted them, and returned them to the relatively clean wardrobe. She spaced out for a while, inhaling the dust in the room.
