Watching Qingmu walk into the kitchen, a glimmer of hope rose in her heart. 'My brother cares about me. At least for now, I can rely on him.'
'Even if I can't rely on him forever, as long as I work hard and make this family prosperous, my brother will be able to get a wife. Then I'll be safe, won't I? If our family is wealthy, wouldn't those people who find me an eyesore be willing to marry their daughters to my brother for the money?'
Her mind raced with these anxious thoughts. Forgetting she had lived two lives, she clung desperately to the young man's sleeve like a lifeline, her sobs choking her!
Seeing Juhua's face red and swollen from crying, her eyes puffy and bloodshot as she gasped for breath, her lips trembling, and the clusters of growths on her face standing out in a terrifying way, Qingmu felt a pang of both anger and pity. He said to her furiously, "Don't you worry. Even if I can't get a wife for my entire life, I won't let you be married off to some riff-raff!"
