For Bai Dan, whatever Xingxing did was always right, and even if it wasn't, there was a reason for it. Regardless of what Xingxing had done, he was determined to protect her—he was just that defensive about his own children. After all, one's own children are dearest, and he was not one to be unclear about that.
Ye Xiu had cried for a long time, until Bai Da returned. Bai Da had been very tired lately. Although carrying cement earned him money, the hardship was self-evident. Every time he got home, he was desperate to just lie down, but he couldn't. There were pigs and chickens to feed.
As soon as he entered and saw his wife, who hadn't come back for a long time, squatting on the ground in tears, his heart ached, and he hurriedly pulled Ye Xiu up.
"Wife, what's happened to you?"
He and Ye Xiu were in a love marriage; he loved her, loved her to his very bones. So even if Ye Xiu said she wanted to go teach in town and only come back once a month, he was willing.