The moon and stars, of course, were absent. The sky was shrouded in blackness, as if wrapped by a dark cloth. Sunlight from outdoors attempted in vain to penetrate it, casting a blood-red glow through the darkness—a bizarre and alarming sight.
This time, Aunt's family had learned their lesson; they didn't invite her maternal relatives. Upon entering the villa's gate, they felt immediately enveloped in warmth, and the scent of Wind Oil Essence was still detectable.
Aunt whispered under her breath, her vision filled with darkness. Clinging tightly to Su Long, she cautiously took each step toward the front door. "How much Wind Oil Essence does her family really have? Could Jingshu have such a particular fondness for applying it that she buys so much?"
