The early summer rain was moist, dripping steadily onto the window, trailing down with heavy wet streaks.
Lin Danqing hugged a wine jar, resting her head on it, her gaze somewhat distant.
She remembered the afternoon when she learned of the marriage arrangement; her first thought was, what would happen to her aunt if she were to marry?
The poison from the "Shooting Pupils" grew more severe with each passing year. Six or seven years later when she married, her aunt might well be blind.
Her father would not mistreat her aunt, but neither would he pay meticulous attention. If the servants were negligent in their care, if she were bullied by evil people within the residence, if...
Countless thoughts swirled in her mind, the young Lin Danqing shivered and dared not to think further.
"I thought to myself, I definitely cannot get married, at least not until my aunt's eyes are better," she said.
