After a hearty meal, everyone sat gathered in the courtyard, chatting and laughing. The moonlight was like clear, flowing water, gently spilling over the faces of those brimming with joy. Watching this harmonious scene, Sister Chunhua’s thoughts drifted uncontrollably back to those unbearable, bitter days at Li the Scoundrel’s home, and for a moment, she grew lost in a trance.
Back then, life at Li the Scoundrel’s house had truly felt like each day lasted for a year. Every day was spent in fear and trembling, like a bird startled by the mere twang of a bowstring, constantly worried about being brutally beaten. But now, having fragrant meat to eat, warm clothes to wear, and someone to cherish her daughter—this life felt as if a pie had fallen from the heavens, so wonderful it seemed like a dream. A warm sensation surged in Sister Chunhua’s heart, and when she looked at Li Xiu, her eyes were filled with soft, liquid tenderness.
"What is wrong with my eyes?!" Li Xiu suddenly cried out in shock.
Chapter 90