On Xiaobei's third day at Xiaodong's house, Lu Zhanguo arrived. Xiaodong was at home, welcoming Lu Zhanguo indoors as if nothing had happened.
Chen Qiumei seemed clueless and disoriented, making Xiaobei chuckle inwardly: this must be the unease of having a guilty conscience.
Lu Zhanguo sat upright on the sofa, a smile crept onto his face when he saw Xiaobei sneak a wink at him.
Xiaodong began reproaching Lu Zhanguo without saying much: "Xiaobei has been through such an ordeal, and yet you've only just arrived. What kind of husband are you?"
"Since the day Xiaobei became my wife, she should know that an army wife needs to bear solitude and withstand poverty. Also, I trust that Xiaobei will handle it well." Lu Zhanguo said with conviction.
"You put it nicely, but Xiaobei is my dearest sister, and I simply cannot bear to see her endure such hardships," Xiaodong sneered.
