In front of the Main Courtyard of the Su Family, Mam. Su-Cui’s old face was pale. She stood in front of Su Huanli’s room with a crutch. She saw that Su Huanli still slept in the bed and didn’t wake up. She could still smell the stench of the excrement.

“Ning Yunzhi, it is not over yet!”

Mam. Su-Cui’s old face which covered with wrinkles was full of resentment. She and Ning Yunzhi were of the same generation. All 16-year-old girls yearned for love, and ...