"Li Huai, I made three pairs of cloth shoes for you, but I hadn't had the chance to deliver them, and I didn't know you would come. They are by my son's bedside. You can go get them when you have the time," Yang Hua sobbed uncontrollably. She did not dare to hope that Li Huai would help her, but she had not expected him to remain so utterly indifferent after she had spoken to this extent.
After a good while, Li Huai finally nodded, "Oh, got it!"
At that moment, Zhang Yitang walked over to Zhang Lao'er and said, "Uncle, it's time!"
Zhang Lao'er opened his mouth, then, covering his face with his hands, he turned his back. He simply did not know what else to say to Yang Hua.
"Widow Yang, don't think us heartless. We are doing this for the villagers of Xiaobaikou Village. Think of it as accumulating virtue," Zhang Yitang paused, "Widow Yang, do you have any last words?"
