Although Hua Erniang was strong-willed, she was still a woman at heart, tender and full of emotions, particularly prone to crying. With just a few words, tears would fall like broken beads from her eyes, her throat choking with sobs.
In the eastern room, the sickly sweet affection that used to overflow had vanished without a trace, replaced by a biting, desolate cold breeze.
Jing Taihe was always sympathetic towards his wife. Seeing her like this, he immediately panicked, hurriedly using his sleeve to wipe her face and softly pleaded, "Erniang, look at you, aren't we just discussing things? Please don't cry, okay? I thought about it on the way back, and it's definitely not right to leave Xiaomei alone at home during the New Year. How about we let her come with us to my parents' place..."
This was well-intentioned but only served to pour oil on the fire. Hua Erniang immediately jumped up, discarding her usually sweet demeanor in front of him, and scoffed before he could finish.
