Zhao Guoqiang now wouldn't say a word to her, his indifference was terrifying, but life here was much better than it was back in her old home.
However, getting a divorce was out of the question. She wouldn't relinquish her place to that woman, nor would she let her son grow up without a father.
In those days, children who lived under the care of stepmothers or stepfathers led very hard lives.
She herself was an example.
She would never let her son suffer the way she had.
Qian Guizhi turned off the light and slowly closed her eyes.
No matter what one said, this was the safest and best place she had ever stayed in her life.
This night was actually quite ordinary, just like any other night, but Chen Tianliang, who lived in the Yushu County office, couldn't sleep, tossing and turning. He had dreamed about Xinghua again.
She stood under the jujube tree, wearing a red scarf, her hair in pigtails, smiling at him while waving her hand.