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!
