Liu Cuihua squatted in front of him, speaking gently, "Brother Zhuzi, you may go!"
Hou Dazhu lifted his head, gazing fixedly at his newlywed wife, as if making a huge decision. He gritted his teeth and said, "Cuihua, I will definitely be back soon."
After saying that, he bent down to pick up the cloth bundle and tucked it at his waist, then took off running, fast as lightning, disappearing into the night in the blink of an eye. He didn't say another word.
In the courtyard, Liu Cuihua sat on the ground like she'd lost her soul. Hugging her knees, she cried bitterly. Although she was the one who let Brother Zhuzi go, why does her heart hurt so much?
The old man sighed deeply, just smoked, unsure how to comfort his daughter-in-law.
At this moment, a loud voice came from afar, audible to the entire village.
"Cuihua, I will definitely come to get you, I promise..."
