As Zhao Yan walked away, he intentionally kicked up a cloud of dust from the road. As the wind blew, Younger Mrs. Li, who was lying on the ground, ended up with a mouthful of dirt.
"Cough, cough, cough... ptooey! That little brat is devious," Younger Mrs. Li cursed. The dust swirling around her made her feel as if her throat were obstructed; she couldn't swallow it, nor could she spit it out, and it was terribly uncomfortable.
A moment ago, there had been a crowd, but now there wasn't a shadow left. Younger Mrs. Li was the only one there, lonely and isolated; she felt abandoned.
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