Mo Yunmei got sleepy while waiting for food at home, so she went back inside. Half-asleep, she heard children shouting outside and knew her parents must have returned. She waited a while before going out.

When I went outside, I saw every child holding a candied hawthorn stick. I was so tempted that I swallowed my saliva a few times and thought, "Why am I not younger? If I were younger, I could eat candied hawthorn sticks!"

Turning her head, she saw that Su Nanxi was also holding one, taking a bite and slowly chewing it, and she suddenly felt angry!

Those are her candied hawthorns!

Every child has one, so she should have one too. She's still a child, and she's not married yet!

Mo Yunmei immediately realized that Su Nanxi had eaten the candied hawthorn that should have been hers. She stormed over, questioned Su Nanxi, and demanded that he return it to her.

Su Nanxi was feeling down at the time, and she ate the candied hawthorn without any appetite, trying to calm herself down, but she couldn't.

Mo Qiushuang stepped forward to defend Su Nanxi, loudly telling Mo Yunmei, "That belongs to Third Aunt, not you!"

Mo Yunmei wasn't going to listen. "What do you mean 'her'? Those are mine! Candied hawthorns are for kids. You all have them, so I should have some too. She's not a kid anymore, she can't eat them! So what she ate is mine, and she should give it back to me!"

Several children ran over upon hearing the noise and stood in front of Su Nanxi, glaring angrily at Mo Yunmei, their protectiveness quite evident.

Mo Yunmei was furious and yelled at Old Lady Mo beside her, "Mother! Did you see that?! They've gone too far! They're actually protecting an outsider! They're even talking back to me, their aunt! She's a monster!"

Su Nanxi didn't look up, thinking to herself, she really is a monster. The original owner's body, her soul—it all sounds so absurd and ridiculous! Yet, it's so real!

Looking at these little kids, I feel so gratified. It's all worth it for her to treat them so well!

Mo Laoda scolded Mo Yunmei, "What are you yelling about! How dare you talk to your mother like that! If you don't know how to speak properly, just sew your mouth shut. How dare you yell at your mother! Do you still think you're a one or two-year-old child, making a fuss because you don't know any better? Do you even know how old you are? You're so eager to get married, but you don't understand anything. Who would want you? You're a disgrace! Get out of here!"

Mo Yunmei was scolded so badly that she didn't dare to say a word. Seeing that the veins on her older brother's forehead were bulging, she knew he was about to explode in anger. If she said anything more, she would really get beaten up. It was best to leave!

But it was really hard to resist the temptation of candied hawthorns. You know, there are only a handful of people in this village who can eat this stuff. She had never eaten it before. Looking at the bright red and shiny ones, she really wanted to take a bite.

He left, turning back every few steps.

Boss Mo told everyone to go eat first, since the food was getting cold. He said they would bring out candied hawthorns later to help with digestion, and anyone who didn't eat properly would have their food taken away.

Upon hearing this, the children immediately ran to the kitchen, stuck the candied hawthorns to the wall, then washed their hands, grabbed bowls, and got their food.

Su Nanxi was a little down and didn't have a good appetite. She was full after eating half a bowl of food, and then slowly ate her candied hawthorn under the crabapple tree.

When Mo Yunmei heard that it was time to eat, she quickly ran out. Because Su Nanxi ate so little, she only got half a bowl of rice, but unfortunately, she was asked to eat outside.

Looking at the closed door, she shouted, but no one paid any attention to her.

After everyone had finished eating, the door opened, she went in, and there was nothing left.

Seeing Su Nanxi leisurely eating the candied hawthorn, she was furious. That was originally hers!

Su Nanxi ignored her and went inside after finishing her candied hawthorn.

Mo Qinghe rested under the crabapple tree for a while before going inside.

With the multi-functional wheelchair, he can indeed move around much more freely and open and close doors with ease.

When he came in, he saw Su Nanxi holding a pen on the table, seemingly writing something. He paused for a moment. She used to be a woman who was proficient in all the arts, including music, chess, calligraphy, and painting.

Even though her appearance was a hindrance, she was quite cheerful. But at this moment, he could clearly see the disappointment on her face, and her half-closed eyes seemed to have lost their former luster.

She was clearly very happy when she came back from town!

Su Nanxi seemed unaware that someone had entered, showing no reaction and continuing to write with her head down.

The room was poorly lit, and Mo Qinghe didn't know what she was writing, assuming she was just scribbling something down.

Not long after, Su Nanxi stopped writing, handed him the paper, and then turned and left.

Mo Qinghe held the paper, stunned. Was this written for him?

That's true, she couldn't write on his palm, so she could only write on paper.

I thought he was being questioned, and at first I was a little reluctant, but after hesitating for a while I still watched.

Upon seeing this, he was shocked!

“I don’t know why you’ve suddenly become so cold to me. If I’ve done something wrong or done something wrong, you can tell me directly, and I will change. If you’re really tired of me, don’t want to be around me, or have someone else on your mind, let’s part amicably. I can sign the divorce papers right away. I’ll help you heal your leg, and once I’ve dug up the last medicinal herb and gathered all the medicine, that will be my compensation to the Mo family. From now on, we’ll be even, and we can both live our own lives.”

Mo Qinghe crumpled the paper into pieces, threw it away, and turned his wheelchair to chase after it.

Su Nanxi was no longer in the courtyard, and the rest of the Mo family had gone back inside to rest. It was as if nothing had happened at the Mo family's home.

Mo Qinghe chased after her out of the courtyard, but after looking around, he couldn't find Su Nanxi anywhere.

Nobody wanted to go out at this time; it was unbearably hot. Even the dogs had gone to the ditches to cool off. Only the cicadas were chirping incessantly: "It's so hot! It's so hot!"

Mo Qinghe suddenly felt dejected. He didn't even know which way his wife had left, so where was he supposed to find her?

Back in the house, instead of going to bed, she remained seated in her wheelchair, waiting for Su Nanxi to return.

Remembering the words on the paper, he regretted it, and tears welled up in his eyes and slid down his cheeks.

It wasn't until the sun was setting in the west that Su Nanxi returned.

Su Nanxi put down her basket, washed her hands, and went inside.

Mo Qinghe quickly followed him in, but before he could say anything, something was stuffed into his hand.

Su Nanxi waited calmly for his reply. Seeing him staring blankly at the thing in his hand, looking like he was having a hard time making a decision, her heart sank.

Perhaps we should hold onto some hope, perhaps my arrival really did break up other people's lives.

What is there left to cherish?

Let's go, give ourselves a break. Although divorced women in ancient times were always judged, she didn't care about other people's opinions.

On my way back, I overheard Mo Yunmei and Chen Qiuxia's conversation. Mo Yunmei might be right; she shouldn't have come. She'd interfered. Judging from Chen Qiuxia's expression, she probably likes Mo Qinghe too. Mo Qinghe is aloof to everyone; perhaps he likes Chen Qiuxia too!

Let her make the decision; cut your losses in time.

Su Nanxi wanted to turn around and get a pen, ink, paper and inkstone so that Mo Qinghe could write a letter of divorce. She had just turned around and taken a step when suddenly the world spun around her. Her chest felt tight and painful. She couldn't hold back and spat out a mouthful of blood. She then fell down like a kite with a broken string.

"The mute girl!"