Wufu looked at the man who was drenched and passed out in the pile of firewood, unable to tell if he was dead or alive; he was truly pitiable.
"We need to change his clothes…"
"What? That won't do!" Madam Zhou shrieked, hastily pulling her daughter away from the woodshed and said, "He's a man, who can change his clothes for him? Bringing him home was already beyond the norm."
This girl's courage was truly getting bigger and bigger, not only did she bring this person home, but she even thought about changing his clothes…
Wufu saw the look of terror on her face and furrowed her brows, only then did she remember the strict separation between men and women in this era.
It was just a change of clothes; she didn't care about it herself, but her mother, who had read the "Female Precepts" and highly revered those customs, would likely faint straight away if she really went through with it.