Nan Zhi’s heart had already turned cold toward Nan Dashu. Since he insisted on sitting there and watching, she let him watch.
Ignoring Nan Dashu entirely, Nan Zhi turned and went back inside to pack and wash the dirty clothes.
Yesterday, when she and Nan Yu had carried the lynx back, their clothes had gotten stained with its blood, which was notoriously difficult to wash out.
Chapter 41