Then Elder Sima pointed to the river water a few hundred meters from the Fang family house, "I'll take a walk by the river and come over later."
His expression was calm and indifferent as he walked towards the river, hands clasped behind his back, unhurriedly.
Xiao Wen and Gu Qiaoqiao exchanged a glance.
Neither staying nor leaving seemed right—if they left, they wouldn't know when the woman in the courtyard would leave, but if they stayed, it didn't seem appropriate either.
While they hesitated, the crying in the courtyard had stopped, but the woman's choked voice could still be faintly heard, "...Third Brother, we're not young anymore. How many more twenty years do we have in life?"
After a moment, Fang Liang's voice came, calm but with a hint of restrained pain, "Dandan, ultimately, I've wronged you."
"No, Third Brother, it's not you who wronged me, it's me being too stubborn."
"It's my fault. Living like this, I've burdened my father and implicated you as well."
