Today, the whole day, Zhang Zhaodi didn't show up. I didn't see her on the way home after school, and just when An Yi thought this woman might have given up, who would've thought she'd see her house on fire upon returning to the village.
"Damn!" An Yi cursed under her breath and quickened her pace to rush forward. It took all her effort to reach the house door, only to see their nut holding tightly to a disheveled woman. Upon closer inspection, who else could it be but Zhang Zhaodi?
She didn't have time to deal with this woman, as the villagers shouted, she hurried back home to find the spot where the torch was thrown was their kitchen built outside.
