It was high time, all households had already doused their lights to rest, and only occasionally, a few barks could be heard in Fire Knife Village.
Meng's old mother had returned to her room to sleep early, yet how could she fall asleep? For the most part of the hour, she was just tossing and turning on her cot as if she were griddling pancakes. Every time she heard voices outside, her heart would pound fiercely, and she'd quickly pull open the door to check, but it was always just a disappointment.
She was naturally of a fiery temper, and after repeating this a few times, it was inevitable that she would become irritated. Resignedly, she dressed and went to the main room, didn't bother with the lights, and just sullenly sat by the table.
