Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
Sister He looked at Ye Ling and smiled helplessly.
She knew that Ye Ling wasn’t a bad person, so she didn’t hide anything. She explained, “I used to secretly pick herbs and sell them, so I still had to work in the production team.”
Seeing Ye Ling’s confusion, Sister He continued, “After I left my husband’s house, the villagers sympathized with me. When my husband caused trouble for me, they would help. But if they found out I could make good money picking herbs, they wouldn’t feel the need to help me.”
The villagers did not have any bad intentions, but human nature was like this. They would have sympathy for the weak, but once the people around them lived better than them, they would feel unbalanced.
The hardships in life made Sister He understand many hidden truths. For the sake of her two daughters’ future, she had to consider many details.
Ye Ling finally understood and admired Sister He’s intelligence.
“So you used to go out every morning to pick herbs and sell them to the pharmacy at night, right?” Ye Ling said.
Sister He nodded and smiled, feeling a bit embarrassed.
The three of them reached a fork in the road. Ye Ling bid farewell to Sister He and Da Ya, “Sister He, Da Ya, see you next time.”
Ye Ling had originally planned to take the small path back to the educated youth dormitory, but she suddenly changed her mind on the way. She took another path and soon saw a familiar house.
In her previous life, Ye Ling had lived in this house for many years. The moment she saw it, the painful memories that had long been sealed came back to life, flooding Ye Ling’s heart and making her recall those nightmarish scenes.
Ye Ling took a deep breath and, instead of walking along the main road to the front door, she climbed a hill and followed a small path to the back door of the Wu family.
At the back door, Ye Ling felt for the key in the gap between two mud bricks in the wall.
Rural people often misplaced things when they went out to work, so many of them kept their keys in a secret place. Having lived with the Wu family for many years, Ye Ling was very familiar with Wu De and Lin Fang’s habits.
Ye Ling opened the back door and stepped into the courtyard.
Dawn had just broken, so Ye Ling knew that Lin Fang was probably still in bed.
Lin Fang was a very lazy person, often sleeping until noon before getting up. Her son, Wu De, wasn’t much different in that regard.
In her previous life, after Ye Ling was compelled to marry Wu De, she had to wake up before dawn every day to feed the pigs, and chickens, clean the house, and prepare lunch.
Ye Ling walked to the front of the main house. The main house had a wooden door that was locked from the inside, so she couldn’t enter.
She had no intention of going inside. Instead, she walked to the right and reached a wooden window. The window was covered with translucent plastic paper, which had become rigid and torn.
Ye Ling removed the plastic sheet and saw Lin Fang lying on the bed through the wooden window.
The bed was less than two meters from the window, and Ye Ling could even hear Lin Fang’s uneven and irregular breathing.
Ye Ling took out a silver needle from her hand and stared at Lin Fang with cold determination. Her fingers caressed the cold silver needle slowly. She would never forget the fear and pain of the day when Lin Fang had attacked her.
After the incident, Ye Ling had refrained from seeking out Lin Fang.
She had been restraining herself, fearing that she might lose control and seek revenge on Lin Fang with the same cruelty.
Ye Ling was well aware of how to sneak into the Wu family’s residence. With caution, no one would discover her presence.
She also knew that Lin Fang’s bed was very close to the window, and there were many ways to end Lin Fang’s life.
Taking a deep breath, Ye Ling gazed coldly at Lin Fang’s back. Half a minute later, she put the silver needle back into her hand.
If she were to take action, it would be more appropriate to use an ordinary embroidery needle. That way, the perpetrator would remain unidentified.
Ye Ling hadn’t brought an embroidery needle because she hadn’t intended to end Lin Fang’s life that day.
After going through this process and stopping at the last step, Ye Ling knew that she had already overcome her inner demons.
The huge advantage brought about by her rebirth and the enhancement of her medical skills allowed her to take the lives of her enemies without knowing it.
However, Ye Ling didn’t want to do that unless it was necessary.
In this life, she aimed to live a peaceful life, refusing to allow her hands to be tainted with blood due to those wretched individuals..