Qinghe watched as his third brother drew well water, then entered the room to gather his dirty clothes and took them to the river bank to wash.
It had been more than ten days since he had left the house, and these days it wasn't just the meals that third brother brought into his room, but also the toilet bucket that third brother helped him empty.
Although his wife lived in the same yard, all of his daily needs were taken care of by third brother.
Thinking of third brother's kindness, a complex emotion flickered through his clear eyes.
Reason told him that he shouldn't compete with third brother for his wife.
But his entire heart, was filled with thoughts of his wife.
He could live, breathe, all because of relishing the past moments spent with his wife.
His slender hand gripped the armrest of his wheelchair tightly, his heart ached unbearably.
Today the sky was clear, and the sunlight was bright.
Su Qingyue moved a lounger out into the yard to bask in the sun.
