The light in Zhang Zhuang's eyes grew dimmer, finally turning into disappointment and dejection, filled mostly with regret. He lifted his hand and gave himself two heavy slaps.
He rasped.
"During that period, Fubao's health worsened again. The doctor said she might not survive this harsh winter."
The money at home was all spent on medicinal herbs, yet it wasn't enough.
He could only scrape together from everywhere. But the debts from these years were still unpaid, who would be willing to lend to him?
It was then that Dong Feng came to the door, proposing a ghost marriage.
"I was blinded by money, thinking we would no longer have to worry about medical expenses. I thought I could buy her the best ginseng to eat, and considering this child's gentle nature, if she were to close her eyes forever, her mama and I would no longer be able to take care of her, so I thought I might as well find her a good marriage."
And he... also had his own selfish intentions.
