Chapter 92 Debt Collection on the Winter Solstice
A few days before the winter solstice, it rained lightly. There's an old saying: "A sunny winter solstice means a bad year is coming, and rain on the winter solstice means a sunny year is coming."
In Sangqing Town, there is a custom of collecting and settling accounts a few days before and after the winter solstice, which is called the winter solstice account.
Lin Xiushui, who runs a shop, naturally has many unresolved debts. After finishing sewing two round-necked robes, she was too exhausted to go out and collect them in the morning, even though she was wrapped in a newly made silk quilt.
Wang Yuelan had already boiled water downstairs and was about to kill the last chicken she had raised. She had previously raised five chickens and three ducks, but she had killed them all one by one.
She doesn't want to raise them next year. After becoming wealthy, she finds the chicken and duck droppings dirty and troublesome to clean, so she thinks it's more cost-effective to just buy a few fat ducks with cash.
She was going to weave brocade later, so she went out and bought three bowls of fish-shaped noodles. When she got to the top of the stairs, she called up, "Ah Qiao, are you up yet? I've already made the noodle soup."
Lin Xiushui responded, wearing an inconspicuous blue silk jacket without any patterns, and a duck-egg blue pleated skirt. Wang Yuelan turned her head and said disdainfully, "Didn't you make a few new jackets? Why are you dressed so plainly again? You don't even wear a hairpin or a hairband."
"Aunt, I'm going to collect a debt, okay?" Lin Xiushui said, shaking the towel, which was frozen stiff, and then threw it into the steaming hot wash water.
She washed her face twice, came over to eat noodles, stirred them a couple of times, and sat down to say, "They see I'm dressed too well, and they won't give me the money later. Wouldn't I be at a huge loss? It's a total of eighteen strings and seven coins."
Wang Yuelan hated people who bought on credit. She tied on her apron, picked up a big knife, and chopped the chicken fiercely. "Wait until I finish my work this morning, and I'll go with you later."
"Why don't you take Xiaohe with you first? Who has the nerve to owe you that? You can have Xiaohe lie on the ground and make a scene for them to see."
Lin Xiushui picked up a mouthful of noodles and almost spat it out. "Auntie, is there a more dignified way?"
After chopping the chicken, Wang Yuelan said, "What dignity? They've lost all sense of shame, and they still talk about dignity?"
After finishing her noodles, Lin Xiushui put on her hood, tucked in her collar, grabbed her bag, and went out. She ran into Chen Guihua and her husband, who had just returned from their home, carrying a stove filled with hot water. The two of them were going to sell noodle soup.
Wu Da made a lot of money selling mulberry leaves this year, but he thought Chen Guihua's hair-washing business was shameful and told her to quit. Chen Guihua chased after him and gave him a good beating, tearing off his brown cotton coat and cursing him, "I gave you a son, but he doesn't even have my surname! I've been married into this family for years and haven't enjoyed a single bit of happiness. I work myself to the bone, and you come home and point your finger at me and curse me! You heartless scum..."
Wu Da was so thoroughly humiliated by the insults that Chen Guihua even stripped him of his coat and robe, leaving him only in his undergarments, shivering and crying uncontrollably. Chen Guihua, on the other hand, had more money of her own than he earned in a year, and no longer had to live at his mercy. After several such incidents, he shut his mouth and dared not utter a single word at home. Finally, the arduous tasks of breaking ice, fetching water, chopping wood, and sweeping in the dead of winter were given a job.
The two had been getting along quite well recently. When Lin Xiushui saw her coming in a hurry, she asked with a smile, "Aunt Guihua, haven't you done your business yet?"
“Who would complain about having too much money? I wish all the money in the world were mine,” Chen Guihua said, tossing the bucket to Wu Da and rubbing her red hands.
She's not obsessed with anything else, except money.
Lin Xiushui admired her most for one thing: no matter what business she did, no one dared to owe her money. Even if they had money in their pockets, they could throw a tantrum and beg for a single penny back.
“You have to be thick-skinned,” Chen Guihua instructed her. “Tear her hair with your hands and hold on tight to prevent her from leaving. Compete to see who can shout the loudest. If all else fails, cry in front of her. Or I can cry for you. I’ve been wailing like crazy with my old lady lately.”
She dared to say it, but Lin Xiushui didn't dare to listen; she decided to go herself.
First, go to the tailor shop to get the clothes you haven't paid for, then go to the first house that's relatively easy to ask for money from. This house is located in the alley opposite the Sun Family Pharmacy in Sangqiao Ferry.
At that time, the eldest sister brought over three bolts of cloth that she had secretly kept: two bolts of red rose-patterned gauze and one bolt of light red jewel-patterned gauze, saying that she would only make jackets and swirl skirts, and that the jackets would be made with three layers of silk floss.
The cost of silk floss was 1.3 guan, and the other expenses were 2.6 guan, totaling 3.9 guan. On that day, a deposit of 2 guan was given. Later, when they came to collect the clothes, they said they had no money and wanted to buy them on credit. Lin Xiushui did not agree and said they would come back to collect the clothes when they had the money. However, more than a month has passed and they still haven't come.
Lin Xiushui walked to the door of the house. The door was open, and she leaned in to ask, "Is Sister Feng home?"
"They're here," came Sister Feng's voice from inside the house. Then a woman dressed in red lifted the curtain and came out, carrying a round plate.
Upon seeing Lin Xiushui, Sister Feng took two steps back, her smile as stiff as the icicles under the eaves. She tried to back out and close the door, but her heel hit the threshold.
"Sister, my family is busy with wedding preparations, and we really don't have any spare money," Sister Feng sighed. "Otherwise, would I not have come to get it?"
"Here's what you've got at home. Take whatever you can find that's worth one string of cash and ninety cents."
Sister Feng pointed to the pile of things she had gathered and said, "Fruit box, fruit plate, bucket rack, vegetable basin, foot bucket, this steamer is really useful. I've used it for many years, and every steamed bun and dumpling it makes is excellent. I'll give you a discount, fifty coins."
Lin Xiushui's face was frozen stiff. Did she think she was still doing sewing and was addicted to collecting scrap? Who did she think she was?
She took off her cloth gloves, rubbed her face, went into the house, and spoke frankly, "Sister Feng, I have plenty of these things at home. If you want to be honest, bring a bolt of cloth as payment. I know the price of cloth, and I can even give you change if you have more. You can also take back the clothes you ordered."
“If you keep putting it off, the twelfth lunar month will be over by then, and you won’t be able to wear a padded jacket at all in the spring.”
Sister Feng told the two children who had been watching the commotion to move away, smiled awkwardly, and then said with a quick glint in her eye, "You should have said so earlier, I actually have two more bolts of cloth."
She went inside and rummaged through the chests and cabinets, finding two bolts of cloth in two large mahogany chests. She didn't know how long they had been hidden there; the surface of the cloth was yellowed and dirty, making it impossible to tell what it originally looked like.
Lin Xiushui couldn't even recognize what kind of material it was. She found a piece of cloth to wrap around her hand and unfolded it before she could see that it was a thick hibiscus-colored embroidered cloth. Except for the outer ring that was dirty, the inside was clean.
The material is good, without the rough feel of coarse cloth. Lin Xiushui is quite satisfied. "It's just that a lot of the dirty parts need to be cut off, at least a foot. I can only get two strings and two taels at most."
"Alright, alright," Sister Feng didn't expect to sell them for a high price anyway. She didn't like the color of these two horses and hadn't touched them.
The other piece was made of pea-green satin with a dark green tortoise-shell pattern on it. It was too dense, so Lin Xiushui glanced at it and closed it. She didn't like it, and keeping it would just be a waste of her money; it would be hard to make it look good.
She only accepted the hibiscus-colored embroidered thick cloth. When the debtor came to collect, she gave Sister Feng three hundred coins. Lin Xiushui carried the cloth out the door, comforting herself that at least she hadn't lost out.
Everything is difficult at the beginning, but when it comes to collecting debts, it's difficult at the beginning, difficult in the middle, and difficult at the end.
Lin Xiushui then wandered to Nanwazili to find Wang Erniang, who made a living by playing the erhu. The erhu was a profession that relied on speaking skills. When a customer pointed to an object around them, they had to immediately compose a poem on that object. Generally, there were more women in this profession.
Wang Erniang was one of them.
However, she was glib and smooth-talking. When she came to order clothes, she first tried to bargain down the price to half. At that time, even the tailor, Jin, was impressed by Wang Erniang. He complained to Lin Xiushui that even if her surname was Jin, she shouldn't be treated like a Jin soldier.
Later, Wang Erniang really liked the two new fabrics. The colors were pleasing to the eye, and they were very thick. The whole outfit cost fifteen strings of cash. She paid seven strings first, but her son kept arguing that even if she didn't eat or drink, she would pay the remaining eight strings and wear the clothes.
After the clothes were finished, we urged her to come and pick them up, but after more than a month and ten days, we never saw her again.
Upon arriving at the bustling Nanwazi, Lin Xiushui inquired around and finally found Wang Erniang. She then understood why she had never seen her again.
So, when they said they wouldn't eat or drink, they ended up eating and drinking all the time.
Who would have thought that someone who grew vertically a month ago would grow horizontally a month later?
She pinched the bridge of her nose, looked down at the clothes in her hands, and realized that even if Wang Erniang didn't eat or drink, she couldn't wear them anymore.
“My flesh is truly innocent,” Wang Erniang cried as she came down from the platform and saw her. “I was a little sick last month, and the doctor prescribed some medicine for me. Who would have thought it would be an appetite stimulant?”
She lowered her voice and said, "I just had a really good appetite and ate a little more. I suspect that the roast duck they sold before selling the medicine had something in it that made me crave it, otherwise I wouldn't be thinking about eating it every night."
"Sigh, right now my bag is empty, but my stomach is full."
Lin Xiushui refuted her, "Yes, it was added to satisfy your appetite, wasn't it?"
Wang Erniang, in a fit of despair, pinched her chubby chin and said, "Then what do you suggest? I can't lose weight now, I'm already round. Unless you flatten me, I can't fit into my clothes. If you want me to take the remaining eight strings of cash, that's fine too, but it has to be after roast duck, mutton cheek meat, pickled crab, and wasabi shrimp."
Lin Xiushui chuckled twice, saying that every pound of weight she gained was not undeserved.
“I have two ideas. One is that you pay the deposit yourself, take it back and resell it. The other is that you find me a buyer here who can wear it, and I will refund your seven strings of cash deposit. You can even eat a whole sheep if you want.”
Wang Erniang had no money; if she had, she would have retrieved the clothes long ago. She chose to accept the second suggestion.
She told Lin Xiushui to wait at an empty platform, saying, "Wait a moment, I'll get you some people. We have many women in our theater, and even more wealthy ones."
Lin Xiushui's legs were numb from waiting. She stood up and kicked her legs a few times before she saw Wang Erniang leading a dozen or so women over. Regardless of their appearance, at least their figures were the thinner version of Wang Erniang from before, so they could definitely fit into the clothes.
Sister You, who makes wind and string instruments, said, "Second Aunt Wang said you have a very fine dress here, and asked us to come and take a look."
"What fine clothes? Let us see. Maybe Wang Erniang has taken advantage of you with her mouth," Cui Niangzi from the zaju play said, covering her mouth and laughing.
Wang Erniang was furious. "Cui Daniu, stop talking nonsense. No matter what, I have to actually eat it to know what's good for me. Next time I'll eat you. Turtle and calf, that sounds delicious too."
The others were already used to the two of them arguing, and instead urged Lin Xiushui to quickly take out her clothes to take a look.
Lin Xiushui wasn't in a hurry. She first untied the large bundle, took out the vest and jacket folded on top, held them in her hand, and unfolded them in a well-lit place to show everyone.
The group of people who were talking turned their attention to the vest and saw that the material was different from the usual one. It was made of pieces of diamond-shaped fabric in different colors sewn together.
These rhombuses are all the same size, but each one is a different color and has a different pattern. They come in shades of light blue, peach pink, light purple, and orange. They are arranged randomly, and each one has a very delicate pattern, featuring peaches, apricots, plums, and other flowers. They are all embroidered with a uniform gold thread. When you look closely, you can see that the embroidery is exquisite and beautiful. When you step back a few steps, you can see that the colors are harmonious and there is no messiness at all.
Wearing a light blue shirt underneath, it doesn't look very fancy, it's straight and the cuffs are also plain, but it looks perfect under this vest.
Wang Erniang was already regretting it. When she saw the clothes, she was filled with remorse. It was clearly her clothes! They perfectly matched her pretty appearance. The color was also very lively in winter, not dull at all. The key was that the diamond patchwork was outstanding, completely different from the patchwork clothes.
While she was still agonizing over whether to keep quiet or borrow some money, she heard Cui Niangzi say, "It only looks good when it's flat. Clothes, like people, are different for everyone. You only know if they fit when you put them on."
Lin Xiushui didn't care. She was confident in the clothes she made. "Try them on. If you're not satisfied, you can come to our Shuiji Clothing store to have them made. We guarantee they'll fit you perfectly from head to toe."
No one else was interested in listening to her signboard. They played rock-paper-scissors to see who would go first, and Sister You got to go first. She was thin and worried that the clothes would be too big for her.
Unexpectedly, even when simply worn over her silver-red jacket, the vest fit perfectly and was well-made, with a hem that reached just to her hips without sticking out. Moreover, it was lined with silk floss, making it more than just a thin garment.
Whether it's good or not, you'll know once you put it on. Good clothes will cover up your flaws. For example, Sister You is a little hunched over. When she wears other close-fitting clothes, her back arches up a bit, which looks awkward. But this one doesn't hold her back straight. Wearing this one covers her exposed neck, making her look very upright.
"Stop talking, just give it to me, I can pay sixteen strings of cash," Sister You immediately said as she ran back, protecting her clothes. The others attacked her, forgetting the rules of their Nanwazi, which was to be loyal and righteous.
The others scrambled to grab it; since they were all similar in build, they all thought it looked good once they put it on, and were even more unwilling to give it up.
Unable to snatch the item, they had no choice but to buy it up. They wrote down the prices on paper, choosing the one closest to Lin Xiushui's newly set price. Lin Xiushui was precise down to the last few coins, trying to control the price and prevent it from rising.
Although for her, the higher the price, the better, for these women, every penny was hard-earned. In any case, a reasonable price would make both parties happy, while an exorbitant price would only bring joy when the money was received.
A group of people, like gamblers, counted on their fingers, adding one coin at a time, trying to get as close as possible to the price set by Lin Xiushui.
"How much? I wrote fifteen strings of cash and sixty cents,"
"I have fifteen strings of cash, nine coins, and ninety cents."
"Fifteen strings and seven coins"
"Fifteen strings of cash and three mace."
After everyone finished writing, they turned around and inquired. After Lin Xiushui and the others finished writing, they spread out the paper and found it to be 15 strings of cash and 1 qian.
"Ahhh!" Sister You jumped up, raising her arms in cheers, "It's me, it's me, I wrote fifteen strings and one coin!"
Lady Cui said angrily, "You tricked me! Didn't you say you could afford sixteen strings of cash? How dare you write down the lowest amount?"
“What’s there to be embarrassed about, everyone? A bet is a bet,” Sister You said, shaking her head and bringing her smug face close to Madam Cui’s hand. “Otherwise, you can hit me.”
Cui Niangzi turned her face away, "I can't be bothered to look at you. Your powder isn't applied evenly today."
"Oh, damn it, why didn't you say so sooner!" Sister You was furious. She quickly looked for a mirror.
While everyone was feeling frustrated, Lin Xiushui tried to drum up business for her shop, saying, "Our Shuiji is right across from your Nanwazi. If you have any clothes you want made, we can make them. If you ladies want to make clothes, I can give you a discount, just to make friends."
“Then make one. I’m a very picky person, and I won’t pay if I’m not satisfied,” said Cui Niangzi.
Xiao Chang's Li Hua said, "I also want those patchwork clothes, but I don't really like such pretty colors. Can you take me to see if you have any good materials?"
Everyone chimed in, saying that Wang Erniang was heartbroken and weeping alone. Even if she got back the seven strings of cash deposit and ate her favorite roast duck, she would never be happy again! It was all because of that roast duck that she was ruined!
Lin Xiushui took on a lot of business, and even in the cold weather, she was laughing out loud. She didn't forget Wang Erniang while she was busy attracting customers. She said with a smile, "It's no big deal. I can just make you a new outfit. I guarantee you'll look slimmer. But this time, you have to give me the money first."
"Here you go," Wang Erniang handed the money back to her, which she hadn't even had a chance to warm up yet. "Wait until I've collected enough. I'm definitely not eating this time."
Lin Xiushui waved the money around and said, "We'll wait for you, but you can eat as much as you want, we'll cook according to your figure anyway."
"I'm out of money if I eat anymore. Can I still do it even if I don't have money?"
Lin Xiushui smiled and shook her head, "No."
Dream on.
It's rare for someone to go out to collect debts and end up bringing back a whole bunch of business. Jin the tailor truly admires Lin Xiushui.
Lin Xiushui first noted down everyone's messy requests: they wanted to be beautiful, different, and novel; ideally, they wanted to stand out and be unlike anyone else.
Then he leaned back in his chair, spread his hands, and said, "Of course, it's just about collecting debts, isn't it? Do you want enough? I need twelve sets of clothes this afternoon."
“That’s enough. Let’s finish them first. There are so many clothes. When I used to make clothes for wealthy people, it would take me a month to make just one set of clothes. They were made with great care,” the tailor exclaimed.
Lin Xiushui warmed herself by the fire. When she truly had everything she needed, she would, like the tailor Jin, devote herself entirely to making clothes, stitch by stitch, slowly working on them for months.
She still had to buy fabric, and covered her face with the paper. "I got back more than nine strings of cash, and there are still about ten loose debts to settle slowly."
It's not necessarily possible to get it back. Some people are just too shameless, as thick as bricks on a city wall, unafraid of wind and rain, axes and hooks.
She had to give the long-sleeved shirt that Lady Wang wanted first, and then get back the money that had been confiscated from the deal.
Lin Xiushui could only go to collect the debts when she had free time; she was collecting debts here and settling them at the tailor shop there.
Most of the fabrics, threads, needlework waste, and other lace, collar trims, etc., that Manchijiao had were kept on the books. If they had money, they would settle accounts monthly; if they didn't, they would settle accounts every two or three months until they had money.
Do you have money? The answer is, approximately.
It's somewhere between having and not having.
Faced with a pile of accounts, Lin Xiushui thought about how Man Chi Jiao had earned 428 guan in October. After deducting all the various expenses, especially the many debts that had not yet been repaid, she hadn't earned much at all.
She didn't earn much; after paying off part of the debt, she only had three strings and six coins left in her account.
"Are you still buying?" Manager Zhuang asked her with a smile after taking the money. "We have another batch of good fabric, but it's a bit pricey. I think your Manchijiao can definitely afford it."
Lin Xiushui shook the ledger, looking speechless. "Do I look like a wealthy person?"
“Yes,” Manager Zhuang said confidently.
Lin Xiushui was dressed very well, in a pink and white silk dress and a blue skirt. Just sitting there, she looked very wealthy.
“I was just pretending,” Lin Xiushui said. She would never buy it; the fabric cost seven strings of cash a bolt, and it looked like it was plated with gold.
She could hardly hide her shock when she saw the 762 guan (a unit of currency) spent on purchasing fabric in September and October. Fortunately, she kept her composure; she was a woman who had seen the world.
The same fabric, from raw silk to raw silk cloth, and then through many processes to become colored silk cloth, changes in price by an unknown amount. In the short term, Lin Xiushui can afford this high cost, but in the long term, she cannot afford it. The higher the requirements for the fabric, the more she will spend.
Fortunately, after repeated trials and errors, Lin Xiushui finally found a fabric that satisfied her.
The first piece is a light pink gradient fabric, like the pink of a peach tip and body, with delicate strands that transition very naturally.
The fabric is woven from dyed silk, so slight color differences between the threads are inevitable. Even after unraveling and reweaving it again and again, it is still unavoidable.
Later, I simply gave up on matching colors and started weaving randomly, which had an unexpected effect. The slight color difference on a piece of fabric resulted in a very natural gradient.
Lin Xiushui touched the fabric in front of her; even if she wanted to weave the same pattern again, it would be impossible.
Moreover, this kind of fabric is better for making clothes directly than fabrics made by piling up embroidery patterns, brocade, and gold thread.
All eyes were on her. She had been knitting for more than half a month, but her work had been rejected repeatedly. Everyone was extremely disappointed, feeling like they were doing useless work.
"In my opinion, it's quite good, and I'm very satisfied," Lin Xiushui said to everyone. "After the winter solstice, we'll work harder and use the first batch of fabric in town. Once everyone's skills are more refined, we can weave a variety of silk threads together and then go to Lin'an. Who knows, we might even be able to sell it to other prefectures in the future."
After being rejected step by step, they finally received approval, and everyone had a bright smile on their face, as if it were winter.
Madam Li covered her face with her hands, "Really? Is this how you knit it? I've been unraveling and knitting and unraveling it for the past two weeks. I've counted at least fifty times. It's finally done!"
"Who can argue with that? It's such a pity. These silk threads, after being unraveled and woven so many times, are all frayed and unusable now," someone lamented, noting the huge waste of money.
Lin Xiushui, however, did not think so. At least these damaged threads witnessed everyone's hundreds of processes and efforts.
When every piece of yarn-dyed cloth clothing appeared on the streets and alleys of the town, then the hard work received a more direct and heartfelt reward.
While everyone was basking in the joy of being recognized, Lin Xiushui had already begun planning her next move.
The next step will take a long time, so let's celebrate the holiday first.
She sent out many festival gifts and received a lot of gifts prepared for her by Madam Gu. There were walnuts, Buddha's hand, preserved meat, cloth and so on. What shocked Lin Xiushui the most was that she was given most of a mutton.
“Make up for it,” Madam Gu patted her shoulder, “Even if we make a profit or loss this year, we still have to say that we owe it all to you.”
"May the Winter Solstice bring you a year of happiness and good health. We look forward to seeing you move forward in the future."
Lin Xiushui was deeply moved, and Madam Gu also gave her great affirmation, letting her know that her efforts were being recognized.
Lin Xiushui is always very confident in herself. Even when she speaks softly, her tone is always high-spirited. "Yes, I hope that not only me, but everyone can do better. However, this year is not over yet, and I think I can achieve something by the end of this year."
Madam Gu nodded and said, "I trust you completely."
The two stood together and talked a lot, about the present and how to proceed in the future.
Before we knew it, it was the night before the winter solstice, called the winter solstice night.
There's a little-known legend about the winter solstice night: it's the longest night of the year, and if you dream about it, it's very accurate.
"I hope I won't have to write big characters anymore," Xiaohe said, clasping her hands together. She knew she wouldn't dream that night, so she made this wish very sincerely in front of her mother.
Sure enough, Wang Yuelan sneered, "Keep dreaming."
"Great, it will come true," Xiaohe said, twirling around with her bright red skirt. "Great, may my dream come true."
Wang Yuelan wanted to hit someone, but she forcibly held back. She smiled and said, "I can also bless you with a bruised butt, believe it or not."
Xiaohe didn't want to hear it, so she pretended to be stupid. "My buttocks are split in two, they won't bloom. Mother, you're amazing."
The mother and daughter were arguing, but Lin Xiushui pretended not to hear them, thinking about which part of the mutton was the best. When she heard footsteps approaching her, she said without looking up, "It's such a pity. You'll be gone after the winter solstice, and I won't be able to eat such delicious mutton anymore."
"Yeah, what should we do?" Chen Jiuchuan asked, really wanting to just stay.
Lin Xiushui was a little reluctant to part with it. Pointing to the mutton, she said, "I'll just have to eat more."
"Reach out your hand."
Confused, she stretched out her hands, and Chen Jiuchuan gave her a large, bright orange tangerine and a peeled water chestnut.
Oranges are considered auspicious, while water chestnuts resemble ingots, symbolizing wealth.
She asked in confusion, "Hmm?"
Chen Jiuchuan lowered his head and said, "I'm giving this to you for two reasons: first, for good luck, and second, for wealth."
Third, have a good dream tonight.
Lin Xiushui accepted it, then handed it back to Chen Jiuchuan, smiling as she said, "Alright, this is a gift for you."
Just then, someone knocked on the door. She quickly ran to open it. Xiao Chun'e was carrying a big fish in one hand and a big fat duck in the other. "Why are you looking at me? I'm freezing!"
"Give me a hand, Ah Qiao, why is your face so red? Did you sit by the fire?"
Xiao Chun'e pulled something warm out of her bag. It was a pancake made of flour and sold everywhere on the street. It had a grand name: Longevity Fruit.
"I'll also give you something, the longevity fruit. Here you go, Ah Qiao, may you never grow old."
Lin Xiushui reached out and took it. She blinked and said, "I really like this, but isn't it a little scary to never grow old?"
Xiao Chun'e said, "Never mind that, let's make a wish for immortality first, and make a grand wish."
On the winter solstice night of that year, Lin Xiushui was no longer in Shanglintang. She was no longer lonely or desolate; instead, she had many sincere feelings.
Author's Note: Red envelope [Let me see]
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