What a cruel irony.
She deserved it.
Who would have thought Chen Erlang could be so selfish and indifferent? She had been blind as a bat, feeding her earnest heart to a dog. It was said that even a stone could be warmed by persistent effort, but Chen Erlang's heart was harder than stone.
Gu Qingmei heaved a deep sigh and wiped away her tears. She then ate the meat and vegetable porridge. To her, it tasted more delicious than any fine feast; this was her first meal containing meat since she had married.
So delicious!
The onlookers felt a pang of sympathy watching her eat.
Only when Gu Qingmei finished eating did she feel somewhat revitalized. Her strength began to return, and her dizziness subsided.
Putting down her chopsticks, she got up from the table and walked over to Gu Qingli. She bowed deeply, but this time, she did not kneel.
