The rented little horse-drawn carriage was tied with red ribbons. They hadn't dared to adorn it with flowers, fearing it would appear too ostentatious. However, a red needlework piece, the handiwork of the woman inside, hung from the carriage curtain.
He Chu was the coachman.
In recent days, He Chu had been feeling that everything was inexplicably strange.
Bizarre winds, bizarre rains, and a bizarre sky.
His sister, whom he had painstakingly nurtured.
The precious gem in his and his Ah Daddy's eyes.
All because of that young man's supremely rude comment.
She took herself right into his bed!
What's more frustrating is that I can do nothing about it, because I know my stubborn sister; she would truly drive that hairpin into her own neck if pushed.
It's a done deal; the rice is already cooked.
And I can't even vent my anger.
How could I?
My daughter, my sister... she offered herself!
This is like doing business.
I've already invested my capital.
