Chapter 51: The Crime of Gender 51
Upon hearing the news that Fang Yaoyao had run away, Qin Shuangshuang couldn’t care about anything else and sprinted towards Fang Family Village, regretfully thinking she should bash her head against a wall. She should never have left Fang Yaoyao at home; she should have kept her by her side. How could she forget? Just look at her mother’s build—how could she stop the determined Fang Yaoyao!
Damn it, how exactly did something happen to Fang Yaoyao in the past life! When exactly did it happen! She knew nothing!
Even though Fang Zhongyi had saved her at that time, every day he seemed lifeless. Qin Shuangshuang didn’t dare mention his daughter, fearing it would touch upon Fang Zhongyi’s sorrow. If only she had asked back then, she wouldn’t be in the dark now, without any information to reference.
The Qin Family Village was close to the Fang Family Village, but running all this way Qin Shuangshuang couldn’t see a single villager, normally bustling about the fields, to ask for directions.
There was no one in front, no one behind, not even the sound of bugs or birds, as if the world only had her left! The fields, once full of green sprouts bending in the wind, showed no sign of greenery, only yellow earth and deep, cracked chasms! The desolation stretched as far as the eye could see!
Compared to the Qin Family Village, the atmosphere in Fang Family Village was even more oppressive. Not a single person could be seen in the entire village, though there were people inside every house. Yet, every door was shut tight, and the wind swirled the yellow sand around, making it seem like a deserted village abandoned for many years.
Qin Shuangshuang, familiar with the place, hurried to her master Fang Zhongyi’s house. Fang Zhongyi’s house was the most well-kept in Fang Family Village; Qin Shuangshuang was extremely familiar with this house because she spent most of the past few years training martial arts here with Fang Zhongyi.
Without bothering to knock, Qin Shuangshuang barged in. Inside, Fang Zhongyi was cooking soup with dried meat, mushrooms, and wood ear fungus. It smelled delicious, but Qin Shuangshuang felt nothing, as she had been eating the same things daily and had no appetite for them anymore.
Qin Shuangshuang’s rough entrance made Fang Zhongyi freeze for a moment. Qin Shuangshuang glanced around and immediately spotted Fang Yaoyao carrying a bowl out of the room, unharmed—this allowed Qin Shuangshuang to breathe a huge sigh of relief and slump onto a small stool to the side.