Huo Xingzhou stood tall and graceful in the sunlight.
His complexion was pale and cold, his features well-defined. The mole on his neck was hot and red, with a pair of deep black eyes fixated on her.
"You're back?"
"Yes."
Qiao Xi answered.
Her eyes were beautifully shaped, resembling a calm, clear lake. But now, a layer of grey, murky hatred lay hidden deep within.
Unnoticed, she decided to seek revenge alone.
"Aunt Chunhua brought over some food, and I fetched some water for you," he said, uttering words that didn't seem to fit his status. An unjustified unease was brewing within him.
He always felt he should do something to help her get through this grueling summer.
"Thank you, you shouldn't be the one doing these things."
"Qiao Xi, we are husband and wife."
He gripped her hand firmly, "There is no need for such formality. After Granny's funeral, we need to have a good talk." He disliked this uncontrollable estrangement.
She seemed careful and noticeably distant.
