At that moment, Zhang Xiaoshan truly felt an urge to rush up, snatch the woman away, and take her outside.
But that thought quickly extinguished.
He could take the woman away now, but what about the aftermath? His parents' and brother's graves were still here; the villagers really would desecrate them. And his sister-in-law, Yu Xiuxiu, would the villagers let her go?
"I'm sorry."
Zhang Xiaoshan apologized feebly.
At once, the light in the woman's eyes faded, as if her last shred of hope had been extinguished, and even resentment towards Zhang Xiaoshan began to emerge.
The ferry reached the entrance to the village.
Wei Bao was the first to carry the woman off the boat.
The noblewoman, looking at the ancient and dilapidated village, the coarse-faced villagers, and the old women chatting idly under the big tree at the entrance with their faces lined by time, could already imagine the miserable life that awaited her.
