Knock knock knock.
At midnight, Aunt Zhang heard a gentle knock on the door.
"Who is it?" Aunt Zhang asked in a daze.
"It's me, Little Jiang." Her gentle voice was like the drizzle in Jiangnan.
Aunt Zhang quickly went to open the door and saw Madam Jiang standing at the door wearing an old cloak. She had a slender figure and an otherworldly face. When Madam Jiang entered the village, Aunt Zhang had just gotten married. After eighteen years, Aunt Zhang was no longer young, but Madam Jiang still seemed to be the same as when they first met.
Aunt Zhang said in surprise, "Why are you here? What's the matter?"
