Ning Weilan held her child in death, a beauty faded away all too soon, as ephemeral as the finest incense or the most delicate jade. The peace she knew in her final moments was unknown to others, as was the resentment she harbored.
And Big Head Zhang thoroughly lost his wife.
But he wasn't in a hurry, for with the red thread in his hand, he could choose any woman in the area. If it wasn't for his young wife being too alert and his son somewhat restraining him, who knows how many other good girls he would have spoiled.
As for that fleeting heartbeat of emotion he once felt for Ning Weilan, upon understanding the allure of the red thread, it seemed as if it had never happened. Now, it seemed that just a beckon from him would bring anyone he desired effortlessly to his side.
