Hai Xiaotang had no idea what Dongfang Yu thought of her.
Today, she didn't go to the library, choosing to study at home instead.
Hai Xiaotang was certainly hardworking now, pouring into her studies as much as two or three times the time her classmates would.
What was that saying again? The tears you shed in marriage are the water that got into your brain when you chose your husband.
Hai Xiaotang couldn't think of anything more fitting to describe her situation.
Even the sweat she was pouring out for her studies could be considered the water that got into her brain when she chose her husband...
Hai Xiaotang just wanted to drain all that water from her brain now, even if the process was painful.
Otherwise, there wouldn't be any space left in her head for anything else.
...
Before she knew it, Hai Xiaotang had studied until evening.
As night fell, the warm lights lit up in the old Hai Family residence.
