For Cheng Su, if she didn’t mention it, all was well, but once she did, Liu Wenjing’s loneliness and thoughts, like grass, began to wildly sprout in her heart.
Did she truly not want to remarry?
Of course not.
At her young age, to be blunt, she had decades to endure. Alone, how could she make it to her seventies or eighties? And even if she could, would she?
In other families, husbands and wives would discuss matters together; she had experienced this herself. Although life had been tight, Weidong was always considerate and knew how to cheer her up at night.
Yet, someone like him had been ruthlessly taken by a car accident.
No longer was there anyone to hold her, love her, talk to her through the long nights. In the darkness, there was only herself, silently shedding tears until dawn.
How was she to endure such days, and for how many decades?
What woman didn’t want to be cherished? She did too!
Liu Wenjing shuddered, bowed her head, her face reddening with both excitement and a hint of guilt towards Weidong, just because of this thought!
Before she could speak, a harsh voice came from the door.
"What kind of talk is this, Taiguo daughter-in-law? Weidong has been gone less than a year, and here you are inciting my daughter-in-law to remarry? What are your intentions? Do you have any sense of womanly virtue? A woman does not serve two husbands; even an uneducated person like me knows that, didn’t you learn that with all your education? Talking about remarriage, how shameless! Do you think you’ll die without a man?" The aunt stormed in with a dark face, shooting Cheng Su a scathing look and glaring fiercely at her daughter-in-law.
Remarry, what kind of talk was that?

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