The generals guarding the Qiu family focused on the tiptoeing and looking around.
Tonight, the wind and snow were heavy. The sky was like a dark curtain, and the stars could not be seen. Only a thin bow of the moon was faintly discernible. In the pitch-black night, one could not see their fingers. Qiu's father shivered from the cold when he went out. He tightened his collar and looked around warily. He pretended to go to the toilet in the backyard first, and after making sure that there was no one else, he climbed over the wall of the sheep pen.
He thought he wouldn't be discovered if he didn't go through the front door, but he didn't know that ambushes were around his house and that his every move was being monitored.
No one disturbed Father Qiu and watched him stagger forward in the dark.
Father Qiu staggered in the wind. He grabbed his collar and leaned forward, trying to move forward in the wind and snow.
