The next day, Shen Qiuyang arrived at Dong Huiying’s place early, yet saw the little girl curled up and sleeping soundly. In her dreams, the small rural courtyard was a familiar place. A petite girl, with a dark, pockmarked face, was carrying a fire poker and repeatedly smashing it down on a man. The man was clumsy, receiving quite a beating, yet he did not dodge. He stood rigidly, enduring the blows... Her eyes were full of hatred as she swung the stick on Liang Haoming’s body, until with a thud, the last blow landed on his back, and this reticent, dull man finally couldn’t hold on. He fell to the ground, unconscious. Startled, the girl suddenly came to her senses, then staggered out of the village, but the moment she stepped out, tears streamed down like rain. After that, she climbed a hill, along the way she found several markers, and finally from underneath a pear tree, she scraped out a rusty iron box... The scene shifted, still that fierce little one. She stealthily crept into the kitchen, lifted the wooden lid of the pot, and saw rice soup boiling inside. She poured a bottle of powder into it, quickly stirred, then darted away... Not long after, the girl hid in a shadow and saw Yixuan enter the kitchen, ladle the rice soup into a chipped, coarse pottery bowl, and then carry the bowl into the small room where the brothers lived. Her steps were silent, unnoticed in her surreptitiousness. She peered through the window and saw that Haoming’s complexion was very poor. He was lying on the kang, looking pained as if he was enduring some hurt. "Fourth brother, have something to eat." Yixuan passed the soup bowl to Haoming, who just nodded dumbly and silently took the bowl. Seeing Haoming drink the soup, the girl seemed relieved, exhaling as if a weight had lifted, yet her eyes were filled with deep sorrow. Another scene unfolded. On an autumn day, the girl charged like a wild bull, her expression full of madness, and within that madness seemed to brew profound hatred? She saw Yue Ning lying on a hayrick; her anger peaked, she cursed Yue Ning severely, and then, with red-rimmed eyes, set fire to the hayrick. The fire blazed fiercely, spreading rapidly. In a moment of confusion, the girl snapped to her senses and sprung forward like an arrow, seemingly intending to rush in to save someone, but someone was quicker than her. Haoming dashed into the fiery inferno and pulled Yue Ning to safety. After the fire was extinguished, the girl saw that both their bodies were horribly burnt, and she felt a sharp pain in her heart. In the depth of winter, her eyes still brimmed with intense hatred. She carried Shu Yu near the mountain and threw her into a snow pit dug by a hunter, muttering curses, then quickly walked away, spending an entire night rampant in the mountains, using her immense strength to knock down countless trees until she fell weakly into the snow, deep asleep from exhaustion. The following day, when she awoke, her senses were clear. Suddenly remembering yesterday’s events, her expression turned to shock, and she quickly rushed to the snow pit, as if intending to save Shu Yu, because she knew that Shu Yu wasn’t in good health, and being frozen for a whole night in such severe cold weather, Shu Yu was surely in grave danger. However, by the time she arrived, she only saw chaotic footprints all around. The Liang family brothers were gathered by the snow pit, and Shu Yu had already been rescued. She stood frozen in place, looking bewildered, and couldn’t help but lower her gaze to her own hands... What had she done, what had she done?