In the snow that barely covered the ankles, a deep footprint was immediately left.
Mai Miao bent her body forward as she walked, tightening her bulky coat against the cold wind, and glanced ahead in the dim light of the distant street lamps.
Where exactly have her dad and her second uncle gone?
The "knock, knock, knock" at night echoed through the courtyard of Zhang Guofu's house.
After a moment, Zhang Mingzuo's voice rang out, "Who is it?"
Mai Miao continued to knock rhythmically on the door with more effort. It wasn't that she didn't want to answer; it's that if she raised her voice, the commotion would alert her sisters-in-law to some things.
Zhang Mingzuo cursed silently but still came to the door with a precautionary, "Who is it? If you don't answer, I won't open the door."
"Second Brother, it's me, keep your voice down."
