Muniang burst into laughter, "It seems that Chui Laicai is going to become a hot commodity among middle-aged and elderly women from now on."
As the days flickered by, another ten or so had passed. Although Muniang always said she wasn't worried whether Erliang would come back, as time went by, she still felt rather uncertain. Moreover, the village was rife with all sorts of chaotic rumors, which had started to unsettle her too. She could give her complete trust to the Erliang of the past, but the Erliang who had come to his senses? Muniang suddenly realized she didn't understand that man at all.
Muniang was mending a piece of clothing, yet she couldn't help but glance out the window every now and then. Qingya couldn't resist reminding her, "Lady, you've been mending that clothing all afternoon; you've sewn the hole to tatters."
Muniang glared at her irritably. This little girl had now learned to tease her! She threw the clothing aside, "No more sewing, let's go out for a walk."
