Chapter 99: The Lost Heart

It was just daybreak and fog covered the bamboo forest. The foggy and dark path was scary to look at.

Farmers go to bed early and get up early, so this schedule can at least save lamp oil. At this time, Du's mother has almost finished making breakfast, and Du Qianrui is sweeping the earthen dam with a broom, which is her regular routine every morning.

Her eyes were empty and lifeless, and she had long since given up hope. The wounds on her fingers had scabbed over, and her sweeping movements were becoming more and more skillful. People always get used to everything around them slowly.

She hasn't thought about music, chess and painting for an unknown amount of time, and now she only has pig grass, brooms, and stoves in her mind. Maybe in two years, I can completely forget all those flashy things from the past. Maybe in another two years, I can get used to the kind of hut in the pigsty. The room is full of stench, the floor is muddy, and there is no place to s