Households engaged in farm work would find their clothes soaked with sweat, turning them both dirty and smelly, before the day was even over.
Even the least meticulous households would change and wash their clothes daily.
There had been a heavy rain recently, and the river had risen well above its usual level. Lots of people gathered at the river to wash clothes and catch fish; thus, there were more people than usual, especially those fishing—at that time, virtually every family in the village had joined in.
Nan Fei felt her heart leap up fiercely, then plummet like a traveler falling off a cliff.
"I don't know, I don't know..." she murmured in pain. "Has everything really returned to the starting point? Is it true that my heart is too evil, too narrow-minded?"
She didn't believe it, yet the reality was right there before her.
Whether to believe or to doubt, both were excruciating torments for her.
"Sister Nan Fei?" Jiang Yang looked at her, puzzled. "What's wrong with you?"
