The Village Aunt stared at her nails, rough and jagged like a dog's chew toy, looking dazed and foolish.
Hearing Su Li's words, though she hadn't recovered from her emotions, she instinctively pulled at her long sleeve, and tidied her collar.
But her hands suddenly stopped, and she turned her head with a fierce glare.
A pair of thin, black hands like chicken claws turned her head back just in time, dragging her into the inner room.
Su Li quietly enjoyed playing with her own nails.
After a while, Uncle Cun came out alone, forcing a smile, "My wife suddenly felt unwell and went back to the room to rest."
Su Li nodded to indicate she understood.
Even without leaving her spot, lying with a palm fan on a recliner in the courtyard, Su Li could clearly sense everyone else's movements.
Several sinister gazes, evil and sharp, never left her body from the shadows under the sun.
