Qu Xiaojue forced a small smile, grateful for the attempt but still feeling the weight of her recent conversation with Lin Shi. “Yes, maybe it will be good for both of us. We should prepare well.”
As the two cousins continued to talk, the atmosphere gradually lightened, but a sense of unresolved tension lingered in the background.
Facing the boy who used to sweetly call her “Miss Jue” in childhood, Qu Xiaojue’s mind was made up, smiling and softening her expression: “Lan’er, when you get married, consider this place your maternal home. Wherever Lan cannot take care of, just tell me. I can be this kind of sister.”
“You really don’t want me?” Finally asking, Lin Lan bit her lip tightly, looking at the person on the bed, tears rolling down, gradually turning into loud sobs.
Qu Xiaojue quietly listened to his crying, which grew more sorrowful, lasting nearly half an hour before he forced himself to gradually stop, raising his red nose and twisting the handkerchief.
Qu Xiaojue stated firmly: “I’m waiting for your brother-in-law to return.”
Lin Lan wanted to cry again but bit down hard and held back. He seriously looked at her for a long time, quietly bowed to her, and then ran out quickly.
Xu Wanzhi followed Zhan Suya’s suggestion, immediately hired a carriage, sitting with the carriage woman at the front. She quickly laughed and chatted with the carriage woman.
They rested in a small town at night and continued on their way early the next morning. Zhan Suya lifted the curtain and entered, sitting opposite her, thus lamenting: “I don’t know if the doctor explained clearly. Xiao Wei must be anxious to death!”
Xu Wanzhi glanced at her, silent.
Zhan Suya, getting no response, continued: “You really won’t tell me anything? How am I supposed to explain to Xiao Wei when I go back?”
