Chinese New Year's Eve.
When Xia Chu awoke to Huo Xiyao's kiss that morning, her complexion and mood had both greatly improved.
After breakfast, seeing that Huo Xiyao was still visibly worried for her, and trying to hold back so she wouldn't notice, she couldn't help but laugh, "I'm really okay now. There's nothing more painful than a dead heart, and since I've given up on her, how could I possibly be upset about her for too long? She's not starving or homeless on the streets, nor is she sick. She even receives money every month and is living better than many others in this world."
"As for being beaten and scolded, subject to humiliation, it's clear she enjoys it, so I'll just echo what I said yesterday, I can only respect and wish her well. So, my dear husband doesn't need to worry about his precious wife anymore, she's genuinely fine, especially with him by her side. Everything is forgivable then. He is the panacea that heals all her ailments."
