Wounds that get dirty must be cleaned thoroughly, otherwise they are prone to scarring after scabbing.
The most important reason is that the wound is still on the face. Whether it's a man or a woman, it's never good to have a scar on your face.
Qi Miao's wound wasn't too big, so she didn't need to go to the infirmary.
Wang Yun helped Qi Miao clean the mud off the wound, while Fang Qiao found the alcohol that was always kept at the nursery to disinfect the wound.
Whether it was because the alcohol on the wound was causing pain, Qi Miao's tears fell down in a steady stream.
She suppressed her sobs and didn't cry out. Fang Qiao felt sorry for her and gently patted her back, comforting her, "It's okay, let's not cry anymore. Otherwise, if you cry your eyes out, you'll only hurt yourself."
"I... I don't want to cry either, Sister Qiao, my face hurts..." Qi Miao sobbed as she spoke, tears streaming down her face like beads from a broken string.
It hurts my face, and it hurts my heart.
A perfectly good girl like her must feel very wronged to marry into such a family and be treated like this.
Fang Qiao sighed, pretending not to notice her bravado, and went along with her words: "Then I'll go fetch some well water and wash a handkerchief for you to apply to your face. Well water is cool, so applying a handkerchief wet with well water to your face will help reduce the swelling."
Qi Miao nodded with tears in her eyes: "Sister Qiao, thank you."
"Don't be shy." Fang Qiao patted her shoulder, picked up the basin, and went out to fetch water.
She was returning from drawing water from the well when she ran into Jiang Ling coming in from outside the nursery.
Upon seeing Fang Qiao, she asked, "Is Qi Miao alright?"
Fang Qiao sighed and said, "It's not good. She's upset and still crying."
Upon hearing this, Jiang Ling sighed, muttered a curse under her breath, and walked into the childcare worker's office with Fang Qiao.
Qi Miao saw Jiang Ling and politely greeted her, "Sister Jiang Ling."
Fang Qiao washed the handkerchief, wrung it out, folded it into a square, and let Qi Miao apply it to her face first.
Jiang Ling said, "Comrade Qi Miao, Comrade Xiao has already taken leave and returned. He, his mother, and his sister are all in the Women's Federation office now. Why don't you go over there too? If there's anything, you can mediate it."
Qi Miao's husband's surname is Xiao, and his name is Xiao Lei.
"There's no point in mediating. All I want now is a divorce." Qi Miao said, tears welling in her eyes, turning her face away. "I'm not going. I don't want to see him."
"I understand how you feel, but your situation with Comrade Xiao is special. Divorce is not something you can just decide to do on your own."
Jiang Ling also agreed with Qi Miao's decision to divorce; what was there to miss about such a family?
However, Xiao Lei is still a soldier, and military marriages are protected; if the woman wants a divorce, the man must agree.
Qi Miao understood what Jiang Ling meant, but she just didn't want to see Xiao Lei.
She had genuinely liked this man back then.
My hometown is in the Northwest, a barren land covered in yellow earth, where green hills, clear waters, trees, flowers, and grains are as scarce as the soil.
She will always remember the boy who was wearing a green military uniform, holding a bunch of beautiful wild chrysanthemums, and waiting for her on the hillside with a shy expression.
Sincere and passionate.
That was her original intention in marrying him, and it was also the motivation that kept her going even when she was bullied by her mother-in-law and sister-in-law for the past two years.
She thought that once she was reunited with her husband, everything would be alright.
She never expected her husband to be so cowardly.
He was completely obedient to his mother and followed her every word.
Even if his own mother forbade him to live in the same room as his wife, he stubbornly refused to utter a single word of protest.
She wanted to make a scene, but the old woman said she was shameless for wanting a man, that she was slutty, that she was cheap, and that she was just like a prostitute, unable to sleep at night without a man in her bed.
Qi Miao was so humiliated that she couldn't lift her head, and her husband just stood by and watched without standing up for her. Her heart sank.
Later, the old woman complained that her belly wasn't showing any signs of pregnancy, and she would make sarcastic remarks at home every day, mocking her as a barren hen.
Qi Miao was so angry she laughed.
Aside from the wedding night, she hadn't been intimate with a man for two years.
She wanted to lay eggs, but who gave her the chance?
It's ridiculous that the man kept advising her to be patient, saying that she was his mother, a young widow who had raised him alone with great difficulty.
She endured it all, swallowing her tears and blood, only to be beaten by her sister-in-law who rode on top of her.
She was born of a mother too, so why should she be treated like this just because of some scoundrel?
She doesn't want that scumbag anymore!
Qi Miao became increasingly upset, feeling that she must have been blind to have fallen for Xiao Lei, a coward who was all bark and no bite!
She couldn't help but shed tears again. Jiang Ling sighed, put her arm around her shoulder, and gently advised, "Sister, I know you're suffering and don't want to see him. But crying won't solve anything. Come with me. If you really feel you can't go on like this, talk to him face to face and make him sign the divorce papers. Otherwise, you won't be able to get a divorce."
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