"He's there again, running towards the village every day..."
"Yes, is he really getting along with Yixiang?"
"It's so weird, why doesn't Yixiang's mother just break his legs with a big stick?"
"You really hope she would do that, huh?"
"Nonsense, what does it have to do with me?"
"If Yixiang's mother hits him, you can easily step in and take advantage, don't think I didn't see the gleam in your eyes, you have your sights set on him..."
Commotion started in the tea garden.
Lin Xiaosu's mouth quirked up in a smile as he quickened his pace.
The explosive news of Yixiang's mother beating up a young Han man with a big stick had spread throughout the whole village.
But no third person knew the real inside story.
The ten-mile mountain road passed in the blink of an eye.
The thousand-year-old Miao Village presented itself before him again.
It was very quiet in Yixiang's courtyard.
