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.
The sky above Jingdou was periodically cloudy and clear. It could never quite fully demonstrate a smile or a worried expression, just like Fan Ruoruo's current face. The girl's face turned ashen. After hearing these words, her earlier slightly sweaty and flushed face became fearful, fully demonstrating the emotions a subject of the Qing Kingdom should be expressing.
It was a warm spring day, but it was as if Fan Ruoruo's body had been tortured in an ice house. It took a moment before she could answer in a low and trembling voice, "I don't know."
This was the most useless and natural answer. Fan Xian had fallen into a black pit and could not extricate himself. Taking his sister's hand could, at most, up the number of pitiful descendants torn to shreds by one. It would not be of any help to the matter.