The moonlight was obscure. Stars twinkled.
It was cool at night in summer. Maybe it was too hot in the daytime.
There were only the chirping of cicadas and the croak of frogs, making the night more silent.
Yun Zhonghe was conscious after the rehabilitation treatment for more than one month.
Mu Qianmei had been accompanying him and taking care of him this month. He had been used to the girl's care.
Elder Wang often talked with him. Although he wasn't sane, his hazy memories and Elder Wang's familiar voice made him feel a headache but warmth.
The irritations promoted his recovery. It was the thirty-sixth day.
This morning, he came to his senses. Thinking of the b****y scene, he was inconsolable and cried.
What he ever possessed all had gone.
Mu Qianmei took down the jade pendant on
