The two sisters symbolically pulled out the small vegetables from the field and returned to the courtyard.
"Has the wound on your arm improved?" As soon as he saw her, Uncle asked anxiously.
"Much better." Lin Ziyin looked at his grey hair, wrinkled face and deeply calloused hands, and suddenly felt sympathy for him due to their blood ties.
"Such risky things, Ziyin, you must do less of in the future. If something happens to you again, your mother will not rest in peace." Aunt couldn't stop the tears from falling.
Lin Ziyin saw she had a soulless look in her eyes and her face was wax yellow. She sighed inside, thinking the filial piety in this ancient era was killing people.
"It's so hard for Uncle and Aunt. Why not break away from those people and live independently?" Lin Ziyin said slowly, as if she had thought of something.
Aunt was so surprised to hear this she forgot to cry.
"Breaking away? Cutting off relations?" Uncle became even more anxious.