Xie Qiao's eyes dimmed. When she heard the ghoul's words, she could not help but feel a sense of sadness.
"How did you... get forgotten by others?" Xie Qiao asked slowly.
"Thinking about it carefully, nobody ever remembered me." The ghoul's voice was very cold and light. When it hit people's hearts, it was as if it was snowing.
"Every day, I cleaned the chicken coops, took care of the children, and worked on the stove. When I was busy with farming, I was like an ox. My head burrows in the soil and I was so tired that I couldn't stand up straight every day. When spring comes, my husband, mother-in-law, and children wore new clothes. My body would always be dirty and old. When the harvest was good, we made chicken stew. I have never tasted that... Everyone said that I didn't like fish and meat...
"The villagers said that I was a busy person. My neighbors praised me, saying I was a good wife and mother...
