"Cough... Cough..." The medicine had no effect, and the sound of her mother's cough tore at Shen Qingfeng's heart. Spider webs hang low in the corners of the room, and the air is filled with the decadent smell of a chronically ill person. He looked at his mother's sallow face, and every breath made a heart-stopping noise. Outside the window, the dirt roads in Qinghe Town looked even more desolate in the sparse autumn rain. Those few acres of thin fields have yielded no harvest again this year. Li Dahu's fat face and sharp rent-demanding voice lingered like a nightmare.
