Hualing sat down huffily, kicking away the stool Chen Shouwang usually sat on. From the doorway, the laughing voices of Cheng Su and Taiguo passed by, grating on her ears.
When other couples argued and then reconciled, their affection seemed even greater, as if they were newlyweds after a brief separation. But what about her own home?
After an argument with Chen Shouwang, there was no talk of reconciling; not a day had passed peacefully before they started quarreling over some trivial matter again.
These last few days had been even more infuriating; that dead man had intentionally taken night shifts to avoid her, disappearing for days on end.
Hualing was so angry she clawed at her hair, feeling that life had become unbearable.
From the door came the sound of a key turning, and Hualing's face darkened.
Chen Shouwang entered, saw her, and lowered his eyelids before hanging the keys on the door.
