She looked so unfamiliar, her face was cold and aloof, and she was nothing like the girl who used to only have eyes for him.
A scene suddenly flashed through his mind: the first year after he married Ye Panjiu, he failed the county examination.
He was in so much pain that he took all the money in his house to go out and get drunk, and then went to a brothel and didn't return home all night.
When he got back, he was met with Ye Panjiu's face covered in tears.
She couldn't stop crying, holding out the money she had taken from her parents' home, and kept saying, "It's good that you're back, it's good that you're back."
That was the rare time her mother spoke up for her, "Your wife is pregnant, and last night she cried and searched every corner of the village for you, but she couldn't find you. You're such a grown woman, how can you make your family worry so much?"
What happened to him? He impatiently shook off her hand, lay down on the bed, and fell asleep.
When he woke up again, Ye Panjiu was kneeling and asleep beside his bed.
He found it annoying and slapped her awake.
How could someone who once loved him so much, more than herself, become so indifferent as to watch him get punished?
His confused mind couldn't figure out the problem.
He was just a little regretful. If he hadn't divorced her after passing the imperial examination, would his life have turned out differently?
Anyway, she never cared how much she indulged in debauchery outside.
In this respect, it's the only thing he's satisfied with.
Ye Panjiu looked at Du Pengzhi, who was lying face down on the bench, his back covered in blood.
On his pale face, two lines of gold characters stood out conspicuously.
What goes around comes around; no one escapes the wrath of Heaven.
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