Xiao Qinghe felt a pang of pain in his heart and somewhat unsure of how to face her.
She didn't say anything, just asked casually, "Fourth Brother, can we eat breakfast now?"
He nodded, his voice somewhat hoarse, "Yes, we can."
The three of them ate breakfast in silence.
Su Qingyue still followed her usual routine of taking the little bastard up the mountain to collect medicinal herbs.
Xiao Yuchuan went out to sell goods, while Qinghe stayed at home and read medical books.
The Xiao Family still lived their days seemingly in harmony, as if they were all trying their best to maintain the peace that could shatter at any moment.
In the town, in the wealthy family's Ministry Councillor Fang's residence, more than ten workers were repairing an old building in the backyard under the scorching sun, scraping the wall skin, carrying bricks, and working in an orderly manner under the foreman's command.
