In the end, with a significant debt, years would go by with no choice but to live in a world where one is constantly pursued by creditors.
It was a world where one shouldn't expect to see the sunlight, nor live under it.
Gu Nuan watched as Mrs. Zhao tightly gripped her husband's hand, holding on firmly.
This grip, more than grasping at a lifeline, was like an elder leading a younger by the hand—with worry, concern, anxiety, unease—fearful of the child straying far.
Mrs. Zhao was very fond of Yebai.
Gu Nuan could tell.
Her husband seemed to be a child with a somewhat solitary and quirky nature, but he was to the taste of certain people.
