June, and the heat began to rise.
Heatwaves gradually swept over the entire C City skies.
In late June, at the Jiang Family gathering, Muwan arrived with two bottles of fine Maotai in hand, just as Jiang Wei returned by car. The person who intended to enter the house didn't seem to be in a hurry anymore and stood in the courtyard waiting for her to park. Approaching, she even politely called out "auntie".
"What are you carrying?" Jiang Wei asked, seemingly curious, as she saw something in Muwan's hands.
"Maotai."
"The girl is thoughtful indeed," Jiang Wei said, which seemed unintentional, but wasn't necessarily so.
Her words were like a barefaced jab at Muwan's spine.
Standing in the courtyard of the Jiang Family said to be 'the girl is thoughtful,' wasn't that like speaking to ghosts?
No matter how thoughtful the girl was, hadn't she almost been beaten to death by the old lady in this very courtyard in the past?
