Dong Sheng said this, laughing.
He hadn't slept all night, hadn't touched a drop of water all day, had been deceived by his family, his future completely ruined, and the wife he had longed for and finally brought home left him. Dong Sheng felt utterly despondent and in a moment of despair, he flipped the table. "You ruined me, you all ruined me, it's your fault Xiaoyuan and I are torn apart. I hate you, I hate all of you..."
His body went limp and collapsed.
"Ah..."
A scream rang out in the main room.
But no one offered to call a doctor.
Dong Sheng was carried back to his room, but it was not the bridal room he had shared with Xiaoyuan.
That bridal room had been emptied to make room for his brother.
The room was empty, the bed cold and icy.
He lay on the bed, hearing his mother's complaints and curses from outside, mourning over the wasted spread of delicious dishes.
Yet no one called a doctor for him, no one came to ask how he was, not even a bowl of hot water was offered.
