Meng Yuanyou's excuse that night and the vast contrast with his true identity were like ripples unexpectedly appearing on a calm lake surface, surprising and inspiring reflections.
The sun filtered through the sparse clouds, dappled across the two busy figures, adding a touch of warmth to this ordinary scene.
Su Yu noticed that Sister-in-law He's hands, though slightly rough, were skilled and vigorous. With every piece of bamboo fencing she tied, it seemed as if she was inscribing an annotation of diligence and perseverance onto the land.
Sister-in-law He's husband—the butcher by day, the "frail patient" by night—didn't say a word as he focused intently on assisting. Now and then, he exchanged a knowing look with Sister-in-law He, the inadvertently revealed tenderness conveying a simple yet pure happiness.