Ling Chuxia stood still in a daze for a long moment until the honking of a car brought her back to reality.
It turned out she was standing in the middle of the road, blocking the car's path. She quickly stepped back several paces to the side of the road to let the car pass.
It was around three or four in the afternoon, the time when the sun was at its fiercest. The summers in Liang City were always hot and dry, and now the sun hung high in the sky, scorching the earth with its rays.
Ling Chuxia slightly raised her head to gaze at the horizon. The sunlight pierced into her pupils, making her squint in discomfort. She raised her hand to block the sun, and unexpectedly, touched something wet. She paused, wiped the corner of her eye, and found her hand wet.
In those three years of marriage, Ling Chuxia wasn't entirely unaffected by Shi Che's harsh words, after all, she was a human, not a machine.