The snow is falling quietly, bringing coldness that seeps in.
Hui Niang is at a loss, silent for a long time.
Wei Shouzhong, honest and sincere, but with ideas, speaks up.
"With Lang in this situation, which good family would be willing to marry their daughter unless we are willing to offer more money for the betrothal? But you know the current situation at home, how can we afford it?"
"Comparatively, we can still grit our teeth and gather a couple of taels of silver."
Hui Niang furrows her brows tightly: "But the silver we have is meant for Lang's medical treatment. Marriage matters can wait, but seeking treatment can't."
She is worried that the money is far from enough even throughout the night.
Wei Shouzhong comforts his wife.
