Ding Jiayi was most reluctant to give Qiao Nan money to spend. She already could not bear to do so with the money that she had on hand. If she were to borrow money that was initially nonexistent for Qiao Nan to spend, wouldn't that be akin to digging a piece of flesh from Ding Jiayi's heart or liver?
"Old Qiao, you know very well that… Are you doing this on purpose to anger me? I'm already so badly injured. Don't you feel the slightest heartache for me? After all, we're a married couple. Can you talk to me nicely? How are we going to live on like this?" Ding Jiayi felt very sad. She nearly died, yet she did not receive any words of love and encouragement from her husband when she regained consciousness. Instead, he spoke in a cold and sarcastic manner to her all the time.
Having been hurt deeply, beads of tears akin to the rain in June rolled down one by one from Ding Jiayi's eyes.
