Jiang Li frowned, "How could this happen?"
"I wanted to persuade, but to no avail," Ye Jiaer said, her face full of anxiousness.
"Sister, don't worry. I'll go see what's going on. Since Ah Zhao is there, I don't think she would let Rufeng get into trouble." Jiang Li comforted her. She knew all the people of Tongxiang, unless they were from out of town. Otherwise, she recognized anyone from here. It was probably just a misunderstanding.
Ye Jiaer nodded, "I'll take you there."
The two then hurried to the place Ye Jiaer mentioned and saw from a distance, under the building on Tongxiang East Street, in the Green Lotus Square, the melodious and twisting sounds of opera singing "Peony Pavilion."
"Turn to a dream where orioles sing, confusing the passage of time, alone in the small courtyard of the deep house. The smoke is fixed, the embroidery thread discarded, can this spring's feelings be the same as last year's?"
