A family inclined to kindness and charity would grace the descendants. Thanks to one small act of kindness, by providence she comes across a grateful friend; Fortunate that her mother, has done an unperceived good deed…. Men should rescue the distressed and aid the poor… Who would have guessed that kindness in this world ultimately would be the road that one must choose, that proverbial fork in the road? Clouds of rain float on eastern winds as new vines start to blossom. Though drums of war roar too loudly and their brilliance has been lost, a green grass carpet greets the sun by the break of morning. Let us wait for the yellow leaves, a few gourds are harvested.
Seeing Fan Xian walk in with a heavy expression, the dazed Hong Zhu climbed up from the ground and knelt in front of him with his head lowered. He did not say a single word.
There was no one else around this room but Fan Xian standing and Hong Zhu kneeling. The faint light outside shone through and cast the two people's shadows against the wall. It looked rather strange.
Fan Xian stared at Hong Zhu's panicked expression. The hand hanging in his sleeve tightened into a fist the slowly released. Tiredly, he said, "I want an explanation for this matter."
Hong Zhu raised his head to glance at him. His eyes were full of guilt and deep self-blame. However, he only lowered his head again to kowtow and didn't explain anything.