"Pat."
A droplet of water fell.
It landed on the woman's face.
The woman closed the page of the book she was holding, slowly raised her head, and looked towards the ginkgo trees in the courtyard. The annual day of ancestor worship was approaching, and the ancestral hall was becoming busier with people coming and going, their voices growing louder.
One year.
For most people, a year is three hundred and sixty-five days.
But for Bai Lu, this year was just a year.
She had done only one thing, which was to read every word of the ancient books stored in the ancestral hall.
After closing the book, Bai Lu could hear the voices of those people far away in the ancestral hall... they were talking about her.
Many found it incredible.
The most restless woman of the Bai Family had changed dramatically, spending an entire year confined within the ancestral hall, going nowhere.
She wondered where these people had heard such things.
