In that old Courtyard full of stories, the twists and turns of life never seemed to stop. Shazhu, a straightforward yet hot-tempered man, and Qin Huairu, a widow with a harsh fate, found their entanglement sparking a massive uproar once again.
This day, the atmosphere in the Courtyard was as peaceful and ordinary as ever, carrying that familiar hint of daily trivialities. Yet Shazhu returned from somewhere looking as gloomy as if endless fury were pent up inside his chest.
Qin Huairu was hanging up laundry in the courtyard, her face marked by fatigue and helplessness. Nearby, the children played, their cheerful laughter echoing through the space.
Chapter 187