In the blink of an eye, it had been seven days, and the Zhou family in the capital received a letter from Chang Zhi. Due to the drought conditions, the urgent letter had not arrived as quickly as usual.
Zhulan opened the letter and read it aloud, "There's been a heavy rain in the hometown for two days. The fields shouldn't be lacking water now."
But then she stopped speaking, her eyes widening. She truly hadn't expected that there would be something buried in front of her father-in-law's tombstone. On reflection, well, there wasn't much she could recall—memory is fickle, not retaining everything, especially considering the many years she had been here, and besides, she was an imposter.
