However, he couldn't bear to be with her just because of sympathy, and he didn't want to hold back her happiness. He told himself in his heart that this was the best for his wife and Third Brother...he hadn't done anything wrong.
Su Qingyue was lying on the bed in the room, staring at the ceiling with her eyes wide open.
Xiao Yuchuan was standing by the wall in his room, his thoughts heavy as well.
Xiao Qinghe sat in his wheelchair in the yard, motionless.
Dawn was breaking.
The three people had a sleepless night.
In the early morning, the first rays of sunlight pierced the thin mist, and dewdrops fell from the tree bark branches. The mountain village was enveloped in the morning light, and a new day began. Villagers were in the fields, working hard with their hoes, while others were chopping firewood in the mountain forests or tending to their cattle and sheep...
The mountain village was peaceful and tranquil.
