"Qiu Sheng, I've finally seen you!" Mrs. Wang from the entrance of the village caught up with her on crutches, her cloth soles grinding against the accumulated water, making a gurgling sound. "Your mute girl is sitting under the old locust tree again. She has been sitting here for three days, and the rain has not stopped. If she continues like this, I'm afraid she will break her body!"
Lin Qiusheng's heart sank. He had picked up the mute girl half a year ago. At that time, she was huddled under the old locust tree. She was covered in wounds, could not speak, and was only holding a piece of blood-stained red cloth. The kindhearted people in the village built an abandoned cowshed for her to live in. Lin Qiusheng often brought her food, and over time, he called her mother.
Super beautiful, very scary