Zhou Juan lay on the kang for a long time, feeling so tired.
Indeed, since coming here—no, since marrying Zheng Weijian—she had felt increasingly busy, spinning like a top without stopping.
Even when she had a miscarriage, the team leader told her to rest for a few days, to take some time to recover.
But Zheng Weijian, her intimate lover, didn't seem to know how to care at all.
Asking him to collect firewood or fetch water was always met with endless complaints and reluctance.
Zhou Juan took a deep breath, feeling that she could not go on like this; if she continued to consider Zheng Weijian, her health would only worsen.
When she returned to the city, the Zheng family, who already looked down on her, would they acknowledge her as the daughter-in-law of the Zheng family if they knew about her poor health?
As for Zheng Weijian, she had no expectations at all; the man was utterly selfish.
