Qin Ziwen frowned. "We're not close. You're perfectly able-bodied. What does losing your husband have to do with you being unable to go out and find food?"
Qin Ziwu added, "My brother's right!"
With that, Qin Ziwen walked straight off. His brother and Deng Guang followed close behind.
Watching his retreating figure, Wang Juan's expression was complex. Her fists clenched, only to fall limply open. In the end, she hung her head. After coming here and facing one setback after another, she had discovered that the knowledge and societal rules she had once mastered were utterly useless. The rules here were more primitive, more crude, more nakedly raw.
Deng Guang hadn't voiced an opinion from start to finish. He was a kind man, but he didn't waste his kindness. He reserved it for those he was close to.
