Next door, after listening to the woman, An Ning had a deeply thoughtful look on her face.
No wonder—she'd always felt that the way this mother and son looked at her was a bit off.
If things were really as that woman had just said, then it could be explained.
An Ning thought it over briefly, then made up her mind.
If what that woman said was true, then that Widow Wang and her son would probably make a move on her tonight.
So she had to leave early, while she still could.
During the time it took to eat, maybe because Widow Wang had deliberately let things slip, An Ning also learned that this village sat in a hollow in the mountains; if she wanted to get out, she had to go to the left, cross two mountain ridges, and then she'd reach the official road.
Maybe it was precisely because life in the mountains was so rough and conditions so bad that girls from outside were unwilling to marry into the mountains; so, in most households, they bought wives to carry on the family line.
