I pretended to be weak for three years just to marry that noble scholar.
He would always help me move the book boxes with a red face, saying, "The girl's family shouldn't be affected."
Until one day when a bandit attacked and I broke the bandit's blade with my bare hands——
He was calmly cleaning his sword behind me: "Madam, did you drop this stainless steel sword or that soft sword?"
I stared at the blood seeping from his sleeves, and suddenly remembered that he said he was cut by paper this morning.
