"It's Mommy's fault; Mommy shouldn't have skipped sleeping with Xiao Bao."
Such a well-behaved son melted Yuan Chun's heart, turning it into a puddle, while simultaneously making her feel sorry for him.
In the previous life, this well-behaved boy died because a shameless foster sister schemed over the family's property.
How innocent, how wrongful, how unfair his death was.
Aunt Zhang prepared a meal with stewed ribs, cold chicken fillet salad with mushrooms, a bowl of stewed tofu, a dish of salted cucumber sticks, and a dish of peanuts.
Yuan Chun opened some white liquor, filled a small cup for Uncle Zhang, poured one for herself, and drank with Uncle Zhang until the moon rose to the treetops, only then did they put down their chopsticks.
After helping Aunt Zhang clean up the dishes, Yuan Chun carried Xiao Bao back to her own home.
