Even the usually carefree Zhou Mei's expression was off.
Her grip on her chopsticks was tight, her gaze dark, her mood clearly troubled.
Locusts...
Famine...
Ning Xinrou's face turned pale as well, her anxious eyes turning towards Lin Qingshan.
She had never known the severity of locusts before.
Since the locust plague that followed last year's drought, she felt fear for the first time.
The creatures swarmed in black clouds, and where they passed, not a blade of grass was left alive.
Lin Qingshan noticed the woman's emotions were a little off and turned to look at her.
He reached for Ning Xinrou's hand under the table and squeezed her fingers slightly.
His eyes conveyed to her: Don't be afraid, I'm here!
When Ning Xinrou met the man's steady gaze, the chaos in her heart seemed to be soothed by a pair of hands, and half of her anxiety dissolved away.
Lin Lu saw that after he had uttered just one sentence, the family started to panic.