C204 Each Was Worse than the Last

A cool breeze blew by, The leaves of the grapes rustled. The sunlight of the ninth month was less vicious and more gentle. The tiny dots of light shone through the layers of leaves on the limestone road, calm and serene.

Xia Dong shook her palm-leaf fan and occasionally looked up at the children playing chess. Her eyes were full of smiles.

The sound of footsteps suddenly came