Feeling a little sheepish, Lu Liangwei glossed over the incident quickly. "It's nothing. It's probably because of the heat."
Ling Lihua glanced at her slow-witted son, thought for a while, then said to Lu Liangwei, "Are you full?"
"I'm done eating." Lu Liangwei nodded.
"Then come with me." As Ling Lihua spoke, she stood up, took her daughter's arm, and headed off.
Confused, Lu Liangwei followed her to her living quarters.
After entering the house, Ling Lihua let go of her hand. As she looked at her daughter's updo that symbolized her married status, she felt a wave of emotions wash over her.
When she was Weiwei's age, she was still wandering her way through the martial world, but her daughter was already married at such a young age.
Thinking about this, she could not help reaching out and hugging her daughter.
Her heart ached for her.
She had always believed that it was not a good thing for women to get married early.
