Xiao Daya, dressed in thick cotton clothes, sat in a room heated by a "fire dragon," which should have made her sweat profusely.
Yet she now felt bone-chillingly cold.
That kind of cold that seeps into your marrow.
She couldn't help but shiver.
"I, I..."
"Big sister, I originally wanted to let you live well, wanted you to enjoy life a bit more, that's why I pulled Lu Gui up. Actually, in my opinion, I should have advised you to divorce him long ago. He's clueless and foolishly filial—his parents weigh much more in his heart than you and the children, living with such a person is truly dull."
Xiao Yuan looked at Xiao Daya and said word by word, "For your sake, big sister, I drank with him. I couldn't force him; I could only move him with emotions. No matter what, if you were living well, I would willingly do these things, but he's bad in countless ways, and I can tolerate it all for you, except for this one thing. Big sister, have you seen the disaster victims in South City?"
