Tang Qiu willed away her humiliation. "I won't divorce him. His legs are injured and will recover soon. He can get surgery for his scars in the future. No one has ever been as kind to me as him. No matter what happens, I'm willing to shoulder it with him."
Madam Tang stabbed a finger at her. "He's a cripple. He can't even take care of himself, so how well can he possibly treat you?"
"How well? When I was bullied, he was the only person who felt sorry for me and asked me if it hurt. That's enough! I've never been loved before–what else could I ask for?" Tang Qiu nearly broke into laughter.
Madam Tang's face darkened. "So you think I don't care about you, just because I hit and embarrassed you? Have you lost your brains from studying? How could you snatch a crippled and ugly man from your sister? Have you no conscience?"
