Yan Liqiang calmly watched the young lady under the tree. She tried to stay strong while struggling to beat and wash the clothes by the river.
At this moment, Yu Qing was still a twelve or thirteen-year-old girl with a pale face and slightly brownish hair. Due to long-term malnutrition, her figure was like a bean sprout wrapped in ill-fitting old clothes, causing her to look quite uncouth and far less of a beauty she would become four years in the future. Even so, Yan Liqiang could still see the familiar features on her face, particularly her eyes. They were gleaming with the same determination, which was rare for girls around her age.