When the horse carriage stopped outside the Bai household, Lin Ping was in the yard picking vegetables. Upon seeing the carriage, she immediately dropped her vegetables and ran towards the yard gate, her mind filled with images of Zhang Sheng.
Indeed, she almost ran, her feet flitting from sheer excitement, trembling as she opened the gate.
If Zhang Sheng had returned, her daughter would no longer be a widow or cast aside, her child would have a loving father, and the village gossip would cease.
Yet, alas, the carriage curtains lifted and out walked a young man. Handsome as he was, he was not Zhang Sheng.
A chill ran down Lin Ping's spine, a look of disappointment involuntarily surfaced on her face; she even forgot to greet the visitor.