— August 18, Midsummer —
[Even a seedling that survives a bitter winter and sprouts again in spring]
[can wither in a single wave of summer heat]
[Everything loses its meaning]
[I will never hope again]
— The Chu Family —
Chu Zhang stood at the doorway of Chu Zhao’s room. He knocked, but there was no response for a long time.
Chu Zhang: "Is Xiao Zhao still sleeping?"
Chapter 70