'Is it Ji Huan? No, how could it be her? Absolutely not...' Tian Jiao shook her head unconsciously.
"How could it not be?" Widow Tian cut her off. "That night, I was coming down from Guai Mountain and happened to see her standing with Song Jing. That little hussy is just like her mother, always seducing men."
In truth, she hadn't seen the face clearly. She only saw that the figure resembled her from a distance. Coupled with a guilty conscience, she didn't dare spread it around, afraid that others might follow the clues back to her... so the matter was pushed to the back of her mind.
Tian Jiao didn't ask her mother why she was on Guai Mountain so late at night.
She remembered back at the beginning of the year, during the war, when the men had all gone to the mountains to take shelter. After the crisis was over, she had gone up the mountain to call Jiang Wu home and had seen Song Jing and Ji Huan on the mountain path...
