The night breeze was gentle.
The breeze blew over the windowsill, brushing against one's body, taking away the heat. It made people feel clear-headed and refreshed.
The night passed in silence.
The next day was bright and sunny.
In front of the old Qin family house, a wounded Bama piglet kept peeking over the edge of the courtyard.
Its little pig eyes were spinning around in its sockets.
"I don't know if Pan'er is up yet? I didn't mean to upset her yesterday, what am I going to do now?"
It smacked its lips, "Oh no, this time I've done it, I've really done it! Why am I so unlucky? I never get any good luck, but I always end up in a mess. This time, if I don't die, I'll at least lose a layer of skin!"
It was so worried that it just kept spinning around, wanting to leave, but unwilling to do so.
"But, I didn't see anything yesterday! Oh my, this is killing me! This is so unjust, even more so than that proverbial Dou E who was unfairly blamed! Woo woo..."