The scissors provided her with immense comfort, as if an invisible force was protecting her.
Yet she was not free.
Zhang Cuihua's heart was filled with endless anxiety and unrest; she knew that all that had happened today was merely a glimpse of what was to come, and the danger still lurked.
She began to ponder over how to resolve the current crisis while also worrying about the potential consequences of her actions.
She deeply understood that the conspiracy was far more complicated than she had imagined and that she couldn't afford to be careless.
Zhang Cuihua knew her fate was not entirely in the hands of external forces, but also relied greatly on the courage and wisdom within her.
Zhang Baishun and a few clansmen didn't return home, but instead sat at the village's eastern restaurant.
He had a rule that if one owed favors, they had to treat others to a meal.
But today he did not wish to host, for he felt he had completely lost.
