Xiao Qinghe inexplicably felt a shiver down his spine. His wife was talking as if killing someone was easier than killing a chicken, "That's good then."
As he looked at her slender silhouette driving the carriage, he was filled with warmth.
There was something enchanting about her, so many things about her amazed him, but he knew in his heart that even if she could hurt others, she would never hurt him.
Qian Zhangshi was known in the village as quite the shrew, many girls and little wives, even men, did not want to offend her.
Yet, his wife, just because Qian Zhangshi had insulted him, had thrown Qian Zhangshi out.
He leaned on the flatbed cart, moving bit by bit behind her, extending his hands out, trying multiple times to touch her but withdrawing each time.
The cart wheels happened to run over a stone, and jerked slightly.
His body leaned forward, knocking into her back.
She quickly halted the cart, turned around anxiously to see him, "Fourth brother, are you okay?"
