Hua Erniang, relying solely on a fire poker, had made a name for herself as the "Tyrant of Fire Knife Village." In the village, whether male or female, everyone was somewhat wary of her. With such a temperament, she was not someone who would easily suffer losses, at least not publicly. Thus, when she showed this kind of panicked expression, it was particularly surprising—Hua Xiaomai felt this way at least.
Her hands felt as if they had just been pulled out of an icy hole, drenched in sweat, making them feel bone-chillingly cold. Hua Xiaomai furrowed her brows, fetched a thick garment from the cupboard, and draped it over her, speaking softly, "Look, right now we sisters are living in the same village, we can meet anytime we want, and life is good. What could possibly go wrong?"
Hua Erniang hung her head in silence, only slightly curling the corners of her mouth downward in a pitiful manner.
