He no longer looked at Li, who was trembling like a leaf on the ground.
The military jacket, retaining his body warmth, wrapped Lin Wan Yi's petite figure securely.
He lowered his head, his voice soft and gentle, as if afraid to startle the person in his embrace.
"Are you cold?"
Lin Wan Yi lifted her face from the warm scent of soap, shaking her head.
Gu Yanshen didn't say another word, bending down to lift the half-filled wooden bucket from the ground with one steady hand.
The bucket, which Li had accused of containing "poison" and "dead rat meat," seemed like a treasured object in his hand.
One hand carrying the bucket, the other holding his wife's shoulder, he turned to head home.
Throughout, he didn't spare a glance for anyone around him.
Just then, a man came rushing from around the corner; it was Li's husband, Mr. Li.
Seeing his wife collapsed on the ground, and Gu Yanshen's face colder than the winter night, his legs went weak.
"Mr. Gu..."
