Su Juan was distressed, squatting on the ground and crying. Sometimes she cried because she was an orphan, longing for a family. Sometimes she cried because she felt like a living widow, living under someone else's roof, with a husband who didn't care or love her, living at the mercy of her mother-in-law's moods. And sometimes she cried because, despite already being so unfortunate, she still had to save the world.
Song Qianhang felt a headache, holding his forehead for a while before finally resigning himself. He picked up the fox fur from the ground, shook off the snow on it, and covered Su Juan with it. It took him quite a while to squeeze out a sentence, "Stop crying."
"Aren't I your family?"
Only then did Su Juan look up at him, her eyes red, looking extremely pitiful.
After a while, Dongdong finally returned with a bowl of sobering soup. Seeing Su Juan standing in the snow, he was as anxious as an ant on a hot pan and quickly took her back into the room.
