After she asked about this topic, for some reason, her memory of it became blurry.

Along with her, some of the things she remembered from that previous space also became blurred.

Only her background and other unimportant memories remain, along with some vague impressions.

But now, what Tan Dingguo told Fu Hongxing was like a heavy hammer, waking her up.

"Fuqiang, come out. I want to know what's going on here."

...

Her only response was silence.

My peaceful heart suddenly sank.

The bones in his fingers, which were gripping the needle for sewing shoe soles, had turned white.

After seeing Uncle Tan off, Fu Hongxing turned and went into the house. He had something on his mind, but when he saw Ning Jing sitting there with a pale face, he was startled.

Ignoring the things weighing on his mind, he strode forward, grabbed Ning Jing's hand, and placed the needle, thread, and shoe sole on the table beside him.

He asked urgently, "Wife, what's wrong with you?"

When Ning Jing's hand was grabbed by Fu Hongxing, she had already realized what was happening.

To this day, Fuqiang has not answered her question.

Therefore, her palms were damp and cold at that moment.

This made Fu Hongxing frown even more. He was filled with anxiety but didn't know what to do. This feeling was so helpless.

Ning Jing noticed Fu Hongxing's anxious mood, looked up at him, and gave him a slightly pale smile.

"It's nothing, I just accidentally pricked my finger with the needle and thread."

Upon hearing Ning Jing's explanation, Fu Hongxing quickly opened his tightly clenched hand and saw several needle marks on Ning Jing's fingers.

Because he gripped it so tightly, beads of blood oozed out.

"I'm sorry, did I use too much force?"

Fu Hongxing quickly let go of her hand and hurriedly rummaged through Ning Jing's bamboo basket where she was sewing shoe soles to find a clean cloth, which he then used to bandage Ning Jing's finger.

After the bandage was finished, Ning Jing held up her fingers, which were wrapped up like pig's trotters, and looked at Fu Hongxing with a mixture of amusement and exasperation.

Anyone who didn't know better would think she had suffered some serious injury to her entire hand!

Fu Hongxing stood up, blushing slightly, and casually moved the bamboo basket used for sewing shoe soles to a place where Ning Jing couldn't reach it.

"Ahem, you don't need to make shoes anymore. There are work shoes available now."

Moreover, even if you want to wear cloth shoes, you can simply pay someone to make them for you.

Seeing the needle marks on her fingertip that were oozing blood, Fu Hongxing felt as if her heart was being pricked by needles, a dense and painful sensation.

Thinking of the shoes he wore before the Lunar New Year, he felt extremely distressed, wondering how many needles Ning Jing had to prick to make them.

Ning Jing was in no mood to think about anything else. Holding up her fingers, which were wrapped up by Fu Hongxing, she nodded weakly.

However, she immediately added, "How am I supposed to cook dinner if you're wrapped up like this?"

Fu Hongxing glanced at the bandaged finger and thought it was bandaged quite well.

"No need to rush, I'll cook dinner tonight."

He checked the sky and saw that it was still early. He had gone to register in the morning, and after the children took their exams, he fed the twins and they hadn't even had lunch yet!

"You lie down and rest for a while, I'll cook something for you to eat."

Fu Hongxing carefully helped Ning Jing sit down on the kang (a heated brick bed) and lie down. Ning Jing did not object and obediently closed her eyes.

Seeing that she had closed her eyes, Fu Hongxing then walked out.