Hearing this, Qianxue's face drained of color, and she pushed the prattling woman aside, rushing into the house. Inside, everything was as dilapidated as it had been four years ago, with shelter that wouldn't keep out the rain in summer nor the wind in winter. On the wooden bed, grandma was nowhere to be seen.
She scanned every corner of the room, anxiety written all over her face. Her aunt's cruelty wouldn't have faded with time; she must have made grandma work herself to exhaustion while ill.
"You cheap girl, you dare push me!" Ruan Chunxing yelled wantonly behind her. She dared return to her shrewish ways precisely because she saw Qianxue had come alone. She was used to bullying this mute girl, and the fact that she hadn't been able to do so for four years was suffocating.
This time, it was the cheap girl who had come knocking on her door.
