The household registry was rarely used, typically stored in a box by their mother. For Zhuanzhuan, a careful and meticulous person like her, it would be easy to take -- but how could she have left it out in the cornfield?
An unsettling thought was beginning to surface in Nan Fei's mind. She knew it wasn't right, but she couldn't dismiss it.
Some thoughts were better left unformed, but once they took root, they grew rampant like wild grass in the spring.
Spreading on each gust of wind.
Nan Fei's hands were shaking violently as she held the registry, recalling her tragic wedding day from her past life—the day her little brother died. Similarly, in this life, she and Huo Beijiang had just set a wedding date when her brother had an accident and fell into the water...
