After listening to Zhou Yitang's remarks and thinking carefully, Yin Tingxue unexpectedly realized that the times she feared him most were often in the bedroom. At those moments, he showed no mercy, mercilessly tormenting her to the point where her entire body was sore and limp, leaving her humiliated and in pain.
Even though he never hurt her physically, the fear remained.
But the moments she least feared him were not in the bedroom. At Yintai Temple, outside, or in other places, during those times... he was always kind, almost motherly.
Yin Tingxue was lost in thought and murmured softly to herself:
"I deeply fear him as my husband, but as a motherly figure... I do not."
Zhou Yitang acted as if she hadn't heard.
The two women sat in the main hall, quietly watching the rain fall and sipping tea.
