The next day, when Ye Que was dropping Chi Zaozao off at school, he asked repeatedly, "Does it still hurt? If it does, then don't go to school."
Chi Zaozao grinned and shook her head, "It hurts, but I can endure it. Husband, you weren't like this before. Even if I were seriously ill, you'd insist I go to school. Now, I'm just having menstrual cramps, and you're so concerned, afraid I'll suffer after going to school. You've changed!"
"..."
Ye Que was driving and couldn't help but turn his head for a glance at her when he heard Chi Zaozao say that.
The young girl's face was brimming with happiness, looking very joyful.
"The past is the past," he replied abruptly.
Chi Zaozao, now curious, gripped him tightly and asked, "Why are things different from before now?"
"Chi Zaozao!" He called her name sternly.
"Hmm?" She answered cooperatively.
"Keep asking such silly questions, and you can walk to school yourself."
The next second, Chi Zaozao defiantly deflated.
