During the quiet hours of the night, Li Qiao'er had contemplated her lifelong matters.
If she were already in her forties or fifties, she wouldn't bother with the trouble.
All that would be left to do was to earn some money, tend to the household, and take care of Liang Xiangxiu and Yang Shoushan in their old age.
But she was not even thirty years old yet.
At the prime of her youth, she neither wanted nor was willing to live such a dull life.
If it were any other widow, she might have chosen a man who was barely acceptable to accompany her through life.
But Li Qiao'er thought of finding a man who was not only agreeable to the eyes but also someone who they could both like mutually.
She didn't want to just get by; nor did she want to skimp through the second half of her life.
In the past, whenever she thought of such matters, the figure of Wang Xiaolong would inevitably appear in her mind.
