After Li Xiu and Zhou Lian left, Eldest Li's family fell into a heavy silence. It had finally happened, and in a way no one had expected. Li Xiu had suddenly exploded. Had he finally reached his limit, or was it because of his wife?
"Alright, stop mulling it over. He knows what he's doing. Let him think it over and handle it himself," Grandma Li said calmly. "As the old saying goes, 'Water drips from the eaves, drop by drop, always landing in the same spot.' But when you have a grandson like him, with unkind parents and disrespectful siblings, what do you expect him to do? It's better this way. To keep their distance. Far, far away."
When they got home, Li Xiu had his wife sit down, poured her a glass of jujube water, and sat in front of her. "Bao'er, what's wrong? Did that scare you?"
Looking at the gentle-faced man before her, Zhou Lian didn't know what to ask. 'Is this man, who just so decisively cut ties with his siblings, the same man from my past life?'
