Wang Xu stayed at Fang Ya's house until the evening. The two of them chatted for a long time before Wang Xu reluctantly returned home.
"Sister Ya, if my parents really kick me out, I can only come to rely on you." Wang Xu held Fang Ya's hand and said reluctantly.
Fang Ya nodded and gently tidied Wang Xu's clothes. "Everything will be fine! Don't worry!"
Wang Xu turned around and left.
Fang Ya closed the courtyard door and leaned her back against it, letting out a deep breath.
Fang Ya could understand Wang Xu's feeling of helplessness. She had also walked out of this situation bit by bit.
Unfortunately, Fang Ya had been in an even rougher predicament than Wang Xu. She did not have Wang Xu's determination to resist.
Nor did she have the ability to resist.
Fang Ya's tragedy in her previous life did not begin with her marriage to Tang Fu. Perhaps from the beginning, the mold of her character had already determined her tragedy.
