Prologue

Huang Xiaolian's father passed away when she was only three years old. Her mother remarried and brought her to Zhuyang Village. Unexpectedly, a few years later, her mother also departed from this world, leaving only her stepfather to rely on her.

Gradually, no one in the crowd spoke anymore, and after that, Huang Xiaolian went mad. She could only say one sentence—why are you all talking nonsense

Perhaps he believed that his death would bring peace to his daughter, whom he regarded as his own, yet with the loss of the family pillar, some ill-intentioned men around became another nightmare for Huang Xiaolian

Huang Xiaolian resides in an abandoned air raid shelter, her health fluctuating between good and bad. When she feels well, she remains quietly still, trembling in fear even at the scurry of a mouse.

The taciturn man returned home and did not eat anything for an entire day. In the evening, when Huang Xiaolian pushed open the door, she found him lying cold and stiff on the bed, his face completely bruised, with an empty pesticide bottle placed beside him

When she is in a bad mood, she will come out and curse at people, her words are unclear, and the content is incomprehensible. Yet, the phrase she repeats the most is still that one—why are you all talking nonsense

I am still a virgin, I have truly never seduced your men! My stepfather has never done those beastly things, why do you spread such nonsense?! Why spread lies for hetushu.com?

The last time I went to deliver food to my spouse, I saw two people getting affectionate in the field. The girl was quite shameless, even wiping his sweat. The way they exchanged glances was... I felt embarrassed just watching them

That color is too bright, blinding under the sun. Yet she merely smiled and said, "Look, look! Why do you speak nonsense, why?"

As rumors spread, they eventually became facts. Before long, Huang Xiaolian had grown into a young woman, yet no one came to propose marriage. Her stepfather, Zuo Qiu, sought and inquired everywhere, and finally heard some news from a matchmaker.

In that year, Huang Xiaolian was twenty-five years old. She stood on a stone slab over one meter high, taking off her clothes piece by piece. Surrounding her were fellow villagers; some were watching, some were cursing, some were laughing, and others were discussing among themselves

A man in his forties lives with a girl who is becoming increasingly beautiful. It is unclear when rumors began to circulate in Zhuyang Town. Gossipy women, after finishing their household chores, would gather together while making shoe soles and knitting sweaters, discussing the affair between the two as if they had witnessed it with their own eyes

Huang Xiaolian's skin is not the fair complexion typical of rural girls; she is tall and has a slender waist. She stands there completely undressed, her expression on her face resembling both crying and laughing: "I will show you." She reaches her hand into the most private part of a woman, and when she pulls it out again, a strand of bright red blood is on her slender fingers