When night fell, the Wu Residence was quiet and still, except for the guests' room where Zhou Xiuer lay restless and anxious, staring into the pitch-black sky, biting her lip.
Madam Zhou and Wufu had said that they would send them back tomorrow, and she knew they weren't joking. As soon as it was light, they would surely be sent away.
But she didn't want to go back to that poor village to be the lowest of the poor peasant girls, especially now that her family had caused so much trouble one after another. Were they not the laughing stock of everyone, who didn't cover their mouths and snicker at the mention of the Old Zhou family?
She was already fourteen, an age suitable for discussing marriage. With no money, no possessions, and no good reputation at home, what sort of decent family would take her, even with her looks?
