Yu Tingwan got her period at noon.
The pain in her lower abdomen became more obvious.
She curled up on the old wooden table, her dark hair covering her delicate features.
She didn't know how long it had been before she slightly raised her eyes, revealing a face drenched in sweat and pale as paper. She reached out her hand towards a small piece of brown sugar, not even as big as her palm.
Yu Tingwan knew that when menstruation was painful, she should drink some brown sugar egg soup.
That day, she didn't go out again.
The rain had been falling for two days straight, and the villagers of Linxi Village were complaining incessantly.
The mountain roads were muddy and slippery; Yu Tingwan wasn't about to risk climbing the mountain in a hurry.
Finally, when it cleared up, she went out, found a half-old broom in the corner, and started sweeping the snow in the courtyard.
The two families were close; she could hear Wei Shouzhong's voice next door.
"Where did these dates come from?"
