The door shaft of the woodshed let out a small groan.
The dim yellow oil lamp was bright, and the words of the loyal servant Lao Fu, who were very low, seeped in.
"... The batch of 'Blue after the rain' was completely smashed into my hands."
Shen Zhi's slightly stiff back trembled suddenly.
She slowly raised her head, the traces of embarrassment washed away by tears on her face blurred in the shadows.
