The next day, Shen Qiuyang arrived at Dong Huiying's place early, yet saw the little girl curled up and sleeping soundly.
In her dreams, the small rural courtyard was a familiar place.
A petite girl, with a dark, pockmarked face, was carrying a fire poker and repeatedly smashing it down on a man.
The man was clumsy, receiving quite a beating, yet he did not dodge. He stood rigidly, enduring the blows...
Her eyes were full of hatred as she swung the stick on Liang Haoming's body, until with a thud, the last blow landed on his back, and this reticent, dull man finally couldn't hold on. He fell to the ground, unconscious.
Startled, the girl suddenly came to her senses, then staggered out of the village, but the moment she stepped out, tears streamed down like rain.
After that, she climbed a hill, along the way she found several markers, and finally from underneath a pear tree, she scraped out a rusty iron box...
