As for the eldest and second brothers? She buried her head in her arms, wishing she could bury her head in the sand—she would never see them again. She no longer had the face to see them; she might as well be dead.
At this moment, Qi Feng was hiding in the flower room, examining the medicinal herbs he was cultivating. The eldest brother walked in and stood beside him, “Is this the herb Wind’er wanted you to grow for rouge?” “Mm!” Qi Feng responded, his tone gentle. The eldest brother glanced at him, “That woman from before…?” Qi Feng interrupted, “Don’t mention her, I’m not interested.” Even with the same name, how could she compare to Wind’er?
Sneaking into his room at night, shamelessly climbing onto his bed—if he hadn’t been slightly alert after bathing, she might have already touched him. Suppressing his disgust, Qi Feng frowned, wiping his body again.
He had pressed her beneath him, choking her neck until her face turned blue. For a moment, he thought she might die, only loosening his grip slightly when he realized she was resilient.
He glared, “You brought home a woman like this? Wind’er’s friend? Ridiculous.”
The eldest brother’s smile faded, “She claimed to be Wind’er’s friend and even had the same name. I wanted to see if she resembled Wind’er at all; being called by that name is somewhat comforting.”
Qi Feng looked at the blooming rouge grass, declaring, “No, my Wind’er is unique. Even with the same name and face, no one can be like her.”
Rufeng was stunned when the two men pushed her out of the car. The dilapidated earthen house had a garbage heap at the entrance emitting a pungent smell. The crooked door and a collapsed wall revealed a dim yellow light inside.
“Xiao Feng, you’re back!”
A woman’s joyful voice called out as a slightly swollen woman jumped through the large hole in the door. Grabbing her hands, she exclaimed, “You’re back so late! Are you okay? I couldn’t sleep, worrying about a girl being out so late…” She pulled her inside, ignoring the damaged door.
