"My dear niece, as winter approaches, the nightly winds are as sharp as knives, and our shack provides no shelter from them, faring even worse than a cold cave. We women huddle together for warmth, unable to sleep throughout the entire night. I dare not close my eyes for fear that if I do, I may not awake the next day."
As the wife of He Laoliu spoke, she broke down into tears, a mixture of snot and tears streaming down her face.
"That damned man, he left and never sent word back. He's forgotten all about us, thrown us to the back of his mind."
Lian Manman frowned slightly. The situation in the wife of He Laoliu's household was quite pitiable. Regrettably, Manman was of no help and dared not offer it.
She only knew that He Laoliu's character was abysmal, and she had no knowledge of what kind of person his wife was. If she bore even the slightest resemblance to He Laoliu, Manman couldn't afford to associate with her.
