C143 Why Hang Yourself on a Tree?

Whether it was day or night, Qiao Ying would howl on the kang at home almost every day. It was unknown whether it was pleasure or pain.

Every time the woman howled, Cripple Sun's heart felt as if it was being pierced by needles. Every time a man walked into Zhang Erzi's house, Cripple Sun would want to strangle them