After Xiaomai finished speaking, Tong Tiehu frowned, "The Tong Family should have a betrothal gift."
"That bolt of cloth will do. After all, I'm not bringing a dowry." She packed her daily clothes and items into boxes and brought them to the Tong Family.
If she's not happy in the Tong Family, she'll just go back to her own home.
"Okay." Since Xiaomai has spoken, Tong Tiehu had no objections.
Tong Tiehu didn't have any objections, and neither did Tong Xingda and Tong Sanlang.
And thus, this matter was settled.
The few of them discussed some details until deep into the night, and the three from the Tong Family eventually left.
Qiao Changshun sat in the courtyard, looking up at the stars in the sky, listening to the sporadic noises of the frogs, his heart heavy.
Zhuang Luhe was gone, and now Xiaomai was about to get married too.
Even if she was just moving to another house in the same village, it still made his heart ache.
