As she drew closer, she discovered that he was silently crying while watching the ewe grazing with her lamb. She then understood—her little brother was also deeply hurting.
Ruan Jiaojiao did not go to comfort him. She didn't know what to say, thinking that perhaps time was the only medicine to dilute all pains.
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Two months flashed by in the blink of an eye.
In April the weather was still slightly crisp, but by June it had officially started to scorch.
Ruan Jiaojiao couldn't cope with the heat. She sprawled lethargically on the rocking chair early in the morning, dozing off, while the Ruanlin lady had gone to the entrance of the village to check on the house because the closer the house was to completion, the more excited she became, and she'd go to see it countless times every day.
Xiu Xi had left early in the morning as well.