"Mind your own business," said Mrs. Liu Zheng, "My daughter's reputation is ruined because of Chuan. If she doesn't marry Chuan, who else would take her?"
"That shameless daughter of yours, if she really can marry Chuan, that would be her good fortune," another person nearby said, "the worry is whether Chuan himself would want your daughter..."
With a snort, Mrs. Liu Zheng inquired about how much private property Yuchuan had acquired and then, twisting her aged hips, she left.
As the Xiao Family walked back home, villagers occasionally greeted them; the family responded with only faint acknowledgments, as if to fulfill an obligation.
This showed that the division of the family hadn't brought them much happiness.
Yuchuan was pushing Qinghe's wheelchair, his steps heavy.
Yishan also wore a look of sternness.
Though they were heading home, the three of them felt that the home they were returning to was no longer the same as before.
The moon hung on the treetops.