Donglin Kingdom, Yuan Family Fishing Village.
Shen Wei and her younger brother Yuan Fu returned with a bountiful catch, enjoying a hearty seafood feast that evening. As night fell, the fishing village gradually quieted down, and Shen Wei retreated to her small house to rest.
The siblings lived in a cramped dwelling—just one main room with walls made of wooden planks and fishing nets. Shen Wei slept on the bed, while Yuan Fu curled up beneath the window on a makeshift bed of fish skin and a thin quilt, clutching his fishing spear.
The crashing waves kept Shen Wei tossing and turning, unable to sleep.
It was easy to grow accustomed to luxury but hard to return to hardship.
In her previous life, Shen Wei had lived in opulence, enjoying the finest food and comforts. Now, inexplicably stranded in this humble fishing village, she endured drafty walls, the relentless sound of the sea, and the chill seeping through her thin bedding. It was unbearable.
