Zhao Wen quietly cursed at Zhou Cheng's excitement, while glancing at Xu Xiu who came back from outside, her brows furrowed.
Just like Zhou Cheng knew his wife, he was also familiar with this woman who, even though she was dying of hunger, refused to trade her body for food.
He respected such a woman; under normal circumstances, he even considered her wellbeing.
But right now...
"We've agreed to stick together."
Zhao Wen muttered to himself.
He looked at his left arm. It was hard for others to notice anything wrong with it, but both he and his wife knew that it had suffered a bad fracture. Even after healing, it could never lift heavy items, rendering him unable to perform any heavy labor.
That strong and handsome man might have everyone work and provide them with food, but he was certain that the tasks he could perform would be far meager. He wasn't sure if he'd be chosen for any.
