Nan Quanyou shook his head, wanting to speak but not daring to. He hadn't completely processed things himself. He was just a farmer who had been looked down upon by the villagers ever since he had become lame. Even the village widows sneered at him. But now, a beautiful widow from the city suddenly came to his doorstep and wanted to move back to the village with him. He found this to be utterly incomprehensible.
Nan Feng sat down, gazing at the cup Lin Qiaoyun had just used. In a calm tone, she asked Nan Quanyou, "Dad, Aunt Yun wants to be with you, right? Tell me the truth; do you like Aunt Yun?"
"Me? I am a widowed man. After your mother passed away, I had no plans to remarry. If I were to actually bring them back, your mother would never forgive me in the afterlife."
