Hou Niao sighed and shifted his attention to the window, where Jiang Han was laboriously carrying a food basket, entering the courtyard of the side room.
At an age under thirty, what should be her blooming period was suffocated by the heavy burden of life. However, these women of the wilderness remained strong, a distinct feature of this region.
They still laughed, dressed up, and entertained themselves. For instance, when he, a visitor, appeared, they showed great enthusiasm.
He knew why they did it, why they frequently appeared outside his residence, why they voluntarily took care of his meals, why they almost changed into a new set of clothes every day, always presenting their proud figures in front of him, even if it meant using more precious water.
