There is an open secret in Xijing City. No one can touch the old bracelet on the wrist of Buddha Shen Qinghuai.
Even if I am his wife, this is no exception.
A month ago, the war in Xijing reached Lanxiangyuan. Shen Qinghuai brought his neighbor's sister He Wanqing to the Organization Department for protection. His wife, who had always been timid, did not say much and only worked hard to find opportunities for survival.
Half a month ago, Shen Qinghuai stayed up all night to celebrate He's love. His wife, who stayed under the candlelight every day, stopped waiting and covered himself with a quilt and fell asleep slowly.
Two days ago, Shen Qinghuai took his wife's heart and soul in order to take care of the frightened He Huanqing. Even his son stayed with He Huanqing. Unexpectedly, his wife, who had always hated her to the core, obediently agreed, forgetting their oath of love and the grateful words of her son holding her.
Shen Qinghuai said that he would raise his neighbor's sister whose parents died for the rest of her life.
On the day they first met, she saw that they had the same bracelet on their hands.
Seeing his wife's eyes full of disappointment, he said indifferently:
"Jingci, this is just to bring your love home, don't use the excuse that the system will take you away."
The son was also impatient: "My mother is jealous, when will she be as knowledgeable and sensible as Aunt Wanqing?"
I felt the fading memory and recalled the system.
"System, take me away."