Tang Yuxin reached for the wooden stick that she always kept by her side. The faint candlelight reflected in her eyes, dim and ghastly. It flickered like a dying light, struggling to stay alive in the darkness.
The old man of the Song Family undid his trousers. Despite trying to awaken the thing between his legs, it remained limp, showing no sign of response.
Despite his persistent efforts, it refused to react. Stubborn as he was, the old man clenched his teeth and lunged forward.
Perhaps due to excessive drinking or the enveloping darkness, he forgot his surroundings - he was in the kitchen, littered with piles of firewood. If it was the old lady of the Song Family, she could move around this kitchen without a candle, but not the old man. What village man had ever set foot in the kitchen or cooked a meal?
