"The moon comes out and shines at the foot of the wall, sister and brother start to sing mountain songs, singing until the roosters crow and the moon sets, tired, the two sleep together in a nest..."
At that moment, Shen Qiutang, who was bathing in the river, was rubbing her delicate lotus arms and singing mountain songs, a satisfied and cheerful look on her face, basking in sheer enjoyment.
But only she herself knew that this was just barely filling the loneliness in her heart.
Shen Qiutang was only twenty-three years old this year, a newlywed bride in Canglong Village, and including today, it had not even been a week since she had come here.
Moreover, Shen Qiutang was married to one of the village's wealthy families, by all accounts, she should have been leading a happy and fulfilling married life, her relationship with her husband, passionate and fiery. However, at this moment, she felt a trace of melancholy in her heart.