Shen Qinghe woke up from thirst.
It felt like there was a handful of chaff stuck in my throat, and it hurt every time I swallowed. She opened her eyes with difficulty, and what she saw was the dark beams. A few bunches of dried wild vegetables hung on the beams, swaying in the draft, casting mottled shadows like ghost shadows.
This is not her apartment.
Memories come in like a flood - the Zhou Dynasty, the third year of Yonghe, Xinghua Village, Qinghe County, Qingzhou Prefecture. Her real name is Shen Qinghe, thirty-two years old, and the widow of the second wife of the Shen family. Her husband Shen Dahe fell off a cliff while hunting in the mountains and died three years ago, leaving her and their three children behind.
Shen Qinghe turned his head suddenly, and through the dim light coming from the broken window, he saw three small figures huddled in the corner.
