The village head roasted the fire, speaking impatiently, "Alright, alright, I'm not even that angry, how did you end up getting so mad?"
Wenxuan's mother stomped her foot, "Yes, I'm unable to swallow this indignity!"
The village head finally lost his temper as well, "Then what do you want? To tell the villagers that the reservoir matter was our doing, and it has nothing to do with Nan Feng and Ye Ge? At this time, if we add insult to injury, do you think the villagers will believe us? No matter how uncomfortable you feel, this resentment, you have to swallow it!"
Wenxuan's mother sat down on the bed, not making a sound anymore.
The room fell silent.
Outside, Mo Wenxuan quietly left the entrance of the room.
Back in his own room, he couldn't help but think again of the figure standing in the wind, combing her hair, her long hair fluttering, her demeanor elegant.
He wondered, how did that lass end up like this?
...
The next day, Nan Feng woke up as soon as dawn broke.
