Xiao Yuchuan really wished he could slap himself for speaking out of turn back then. "Wife, I was only joking with you at the beginning. How could I bear to sell you? You were always so indifferent toward me, and I was just trying to make conversation, looking for an excuse to talk to you more..."
Actually, she still believed in her third brother; he used to say she was ugly, but even at her ugliest, the way he looked at her was filled with intense passion—adoration that couldn't be faked.
Together, she and third brother had weathered many storms on their journey.
At Black Mountain Cliff, when she fell, he immediately leaped after her.
With so many fields at home, and more than two thousand taels of cash silver, if he really loved money, wouldn't her death mean he could keep the wealth all to himself?
He didn't do that.
He chose to be buried with her. When he often talked about being buried in the same coffin with her, he wasn't joking.
