Seeing Yuan Shi holding the purse and acting like a madwoman, Zhao's father grabbed her hand before she could scratch his face.

Then he shoved the person hard onto the bed!

He roared, "You wretched woman! Haven't you made enough of a scene?!"

Yuan was pushed to the bedside by Zhao's father, and the pain struck her head, followed by a slow flow of heat.

Suddenly everything went black, and she couldn't see anything anymore.

...

As night fell, Zhao Zhiwei and Rumei returned home from the paper mill.

The moonlight cast long shadows of the two of them, and Zhao Zhiwei slowly extended his right hand toward Rumei.

Seeing this, Ru Mei lowered her head, somewhat embarrassed, "We're outside, it's not appropriate to do this."

Zhao Zhiwei smiled faintly, "We are husband and wife, and no one else will say anything if they see us."

Besides, it's dark and the road is narrow. If I hold your hand, we won't trip over the stones.

As night fell, most villagers would close their courtyard gates, and this was the first time Ru Mei had ever returned home so dark.

Feeling a little scared, she reached out her little hand and gently placed it in his palm when she heard Zhao Zhiwei say that.

Zhao Zhiwei's hands are twice the size of Mei's, but Mei's hands are even smaller.

The two walked home, their shadows cast by the moonlight, their affection passing between them.

When the two arrived at their doorstep, the gate was already closed.

Zhao Zhiwei released Ru Mei's hand, only then realizing that his palms were slightly sweaty.

"Bang bang bang".

After knocking on the gate for a long time, Zhao's father finally came out to open it.

After the two entered the house, Zhao's father said, "Your mother is feeling a little unwell and has gone to sleep. Please keep your voices down."

Zhao Zhiwei glanced at the half-open door and could vaguely see his mother lying on the bed, covered with a quilt.

"I understand," Zhao Zhiwei said softly.