Chapter Two Hundred Ninety-Five: Do You Believe?
That morning, Song Qiaoyun was still washing clothes at home when she heard the door open—Old Jiang had returned.
Seeing Song Qiaoyun standing by the sink scrubbing dirty clothes, Old Jiang neatly set down the thermos he was holding and the folding stool tucked under his armpit, and hurriedly said, "Oh no, why have you started doing chores? Let me do it..."
He quickly approached, snatched the shirt from Song Qiaoyun's hands, and gently nudged his wife aside, "You go rest, go watch TV in the living room."
Song Qiaoyun flicked the hair that had fallen over her forehead and stared at Old Jiang for a moment.
Looking at her husband's side profile, she suddenly felt that there seemed to be less hair on the top of Old Jiang's head, and the white at his temples seemed to have grown more plentiful.
She squinted, smiled, then dried her hands and walked into the kitchen.
