When the two cousins met, one was cold and the other awkward. Leng Yuan was the cold one. He had never had any feelings for anyone in the Leng Family.
Leng Qiushou was the awkward one. He had been secretly watching the people bustling around the pigsty, and it felt as though someone had discovered his heart's deepest desire—something that meant nothing at all to Leng Yuan.
Leng Qiushou was so embarrassed he couldn't lift his head.
Leng Yuan had shown him that for all his past arrogance, his pride was utterly laughable.
Leng Yuan said nothing and walked calmly past Leng Qiushou.
Just as their shoulders brushed, Leng Qiushou suddenly spoke. "I'm sorry."
Leng Yuan didn't break his stride, disappearing into the moonlit night.
Leng Qiushou didn't say anything more. His wife was still staying with her mother in the county town. Now that the busy farming season was over, it was the perfect time for him to go bring her and their child home.
