The setting sun dipped below the horizon, casting an orange glow that painted the entire landscape a uniform shade of crimson.
By the creek, the women sang folk songs as they washed their clothes. They labored in the fields during the day and only found time to wash their clothes by the creek in the mornings and evenings.
"Alan!" After finishing her laundry, Ah Fang looked towards her best friend, Alan. There were no secrets between them.
Alan didn't hear Ah Fang calling her, her gaze fixed on the babbling creek, lost in her thoughts. She had heard that a young woman of great beauty had arrived at Zhang Dahai's home, and she was genuinely worried about the relationship between this woman and Dahai. Alan had harbored affection for Dahai for a very long time, yet never dared to confess her feelings. She wondered, what should she do to avoid missing her chance with him?
