Liang Yuening sat beside her, cautiously glancing at her and staring at her eyes over and over again.
He was quite concerned about why her eyes were red, and her eyelids were a bit swollen.
But upon closely examining the expression on his wife's face, he saw no sadness or grief, rather a full face of bewilderment, not like someone who had cried from being sad.
He turned back to look at the lit bonfire, thinking he understood.
Guessing it might be the smoke from the bonfire that caused it, he began to feel guilty again.
If he had known, he would have lit the fire himself. Look, the smoke has made his wife cry golden beans.
Liang Yuening was feeling quite distressed and said in a muffled voice, "Those people, I'm not really sure what's going on. But anyway, they're definitely from our family."
Dong Huiying: "..."
Speechless.
Liang Yuening, you could be even more carefree, really!
But after a thought.
"Forget it."
