In the backyard.
Lu Qingqing was on her fours, barking like a dog. Her light blue dress was tugged in a mess by her.
Lu Yingying sat red-eyes in front of the firewood hut with a swollen tummy. She seemed to have just cried, but was cajoled into teary laughter at the sight of Lu Qingqing.
"Ever since finding out that that scholar from Yang family married a wife, Yingying has been washing her face with tears." Outside the firewood hut courtyard, Lu Yiyi peered in through the gap in the doorway with Lu Sheng, sighing.
"I’m afraid Yingying will go mad if she continues like this. She has always been rather immature and naïve. Finally she finds a confidante whom she thought she could entrust the rest of her life with. But who’d have thought…" Lu Yiyi was pursuing her studies in another city as well and had come home on vacation. But after learning of Lu Yingying’s situation, she volunteered to come and comfort her.
Lu Sheng peered at Lu Yingying’s belly through the gap.
