o and her husband lived not far from the cowshed, in another half-collapsed earthen house at the foot of the mountain.A gaunt old man lay deep inside the mud-brick house, sleeping on a straw mat. Two...der the flickering oil lamp, Ning Yuan carefully bent down, gently treating the wounds on his face.He narrowed his eyes, discovering that this girl was truly 'fond' of his face—simply fond of his face...