The days quietly slipped by, the arrival of a big figure was like an insignificant Little Stone thrown into the lake, causing a small ripple before everything went still again.
Although everything seemed to pass smoothly, Zhou Jiao wouldn't believe that no one had intervened.
Zhang Guoqing and Zhou Xiaozheng frequently going out alone was certainly not by mere chance.
Why were they keeping things from her?
It was nothing but for the protection of the family. Seeing them keep secrets, sometimes showing a slight smugness, demonstrated their confidence, so she could only observe silently.
In this atmosphere, the year seventy-five was about to come to an end...
With the crisis feeling gone in the following year, it was soon July, and Zhang Guoqing and Zhou Jiao were getting anxious over other matters.
The great earthquake they knew from history was about to happen, yet they had no way to prevent it. They had previously risked writing anonymous letters, but what good did it do?
