Qiao Nanchu put down his cup, "If you don't speak now, it will be dawn soon."
Her skirt was wrinkled from her own clutching, and as she loosened her grip, she poured more hot water into his cup, her drooping eyelashes fluttering randomly.
"My biological parents are close relatives," she said in sign language.
"I know."
Because they were close relatives, Wen Ya didn't show a shred of affection for her. The backward village on Da Mai Mountain blamed her for everything, including famine and drought.
The first time he saw her was on Da Mai Mountain, where people had locked her in a cage to sink in a pond.
"I am deaf and mute because there is a problem with my chromosomes."
The sign language for the word "chromosome" was quite rare.
Qiao Nanchu didn't understand, but he guessed what she was trying to say, "I know all of this."
He had a rough idea of what she was going to say next.
