Qing Yuer bit her lip helplessly. She had a lot to say, but couldn't say it when it came to her lips.

The boarding announcement sounded here, and Shen Yanqing, who had been pretending to be invisible, stepped forward in time to interrupt the young couple's sticky behavior.

He pushed the suitcase in his hand to his brother. He consciously passed by his brother's arms and grabbed the hem of his sister-in-law's clothes, who was aggrieved and about to cry.

I felt both pained and jealous inside, but on the surface I spoke to my brother as if nothing had happened.

"Let's go, don't delay, I'm at home!"

Even though she was extremely reluctant, Qing Yuer watched her husband enter the VIP-only channel.

As soon as Shen Yanming left, the burning heat in Shen Yanqing's eyes could no longer be hidden. His gaze forced back some of those who came forward to chat with him, both men and women.

Qing Yuer was just brought in by her husband and didn't bring a blind stick.

The young woman stood there helplessly, sobbing and crying, her red lips pursed and the tip of her nose twitching pink and white.

Her face was small, pale, and timid. If you didn't know her, you would think she was a girl of seventeen or eighteen.

Who would have thought that such a delicate and pure girl was coaxed into marriage by a bad man with bad intentions.

She is petite and beautiful but has poor eyesight, so she can't escape being bullied by her husband.

Maybe it's just like now, the trembling black feathers are stained with tears, hitting the fair and rosy face, wet, sobbing and crying so pitifully.

Not knowing what he was thinking about, Shen Yanqing stared at the pitiful and crying sister-in-law, his eyes suddenly dark, as if a dark cloud was pressing down on his head.

"Sister-in-law, please don't cry. I know you should feel bad."

Qing Yuer cried so sadly. When she heard what her brother said next to her, she felt embarrassed as she was immersed in the atmosphere of reluctance to part.

After a moment, she managed to stop sobbing, pinched her sleeves, lowered her head and wiped the corners of her eyes helplessly.

Then Qing Yuer, with red eyes, looked up to the side. Shen Yanqing took out a tissue and stuffed it into the hands of the pitiful little girl who was about to cry but couldn't.

Qing Yuer pinched it, then lowered her head and wiped the corners of her rosy eyes obediently.

Then she raised her eyes and spoke embarrassedly, fearing that people would get anxious.

"Sorry to bother you, brother."

His deep gaze was fixed on the little girl's shy face, but the tone of his voice did not match the deep expression on his face; it was cheerful, generous and lively.

"It's okay, sister-in-law, let me take you away."

Many people have served as her blind sticks, including caregivers at the welfare home, her children, and her husband.

The first time I faced a strange man, I knew he was my husband's younger brother.

After hesitating for a while, Qing Yuer slowly stretched out her hand to test it, and carefully extended her tentacles like a snail.

Qing Yuer stretched out her hand little by little with hazy eyes and did not miss. She felt the strong arms of the boy who had been waiting with his arms bent.