Zhao Youcai had managed supplies for years. His greatest strengths were reading people and picking holes in their stories.
This state Su Yufen was in was clearly not as simple as being overwhelmed by the sea breeze.
A string of suspicion in his heart was gently plucked.
From that day on, Su Yufen became a completely different person.
The spitfire who would stand at the fishing port with her hands on her hips, shouting and spitting as she argued with people, was gone.
She grew quiet and withdrawn. Her gaze was always unfocused, filled with an indescribable terror.
At home, she was like a frightened rabbit. The slightest raise in Zhao Youcai's voice or a sudden movement would make her flinch violently.
She became unusually diligent—or rather, she was unusually avoidant of Zhao Youcai.
Before, she would chat idly with Zhao Youcai after dinner.
Now, the moment the bowls were cleared, she would dive into the kitchen or the backyard and dawdle for ages before coming out.
