Li Qinghe pressed her lips tightly together, tears as large as beans rolling down her cheeks, standing there feeling like a helpless fool.
It was at this moment that Li Cheng's voice rang out in the courtyard, "Qinghe, Qinghe, Yuanzhen."
Qinghe quickly wiped the tears from her face and ran out to greet Li Cheng, "Brother, why have you come?"
It was already getting dark outside, and Li Cheng, being quite insensitive, naturally did not notice anything unusual about Li Qinghe's demeanor. He smiled and held up two wild pheasants in his hand, "I went hunting in the mountains today and brought you some wild pheasant."
Ever since Li Qinghe married into the Qiao family, Li Cheng would bring some game whenever he went hunting. But as one could imagine, all those delicacies ended up in the stomachs of the Qiao parents and Qiao Yuanzhen, and Qinghe hardly ever got a taste. However, Qinghe had never mentioned this to Li Cheng.
