On the way home, Yang Shi wanted to ask Qingmu several times how he and Liu'er had met, but Juhua always changed the subject. Yang Shi was a perceptive woman. She had seen Juhua whisper a few words to Liu'er's mother, which had shut the woman up completely. Putting two and two together, she guessed the truth of the matter, so she dropped it and didn't ask again. Still, she couldn't help but sigh for Liu'er. 'If my son weren't so kind-hearted, that girl might not have even kept her life today!'
When they got home, Zheng Changhe was lying in bed, staring eagerly at the courtyard gate.
Seeing his wife and two children return, his eyes lit up. He looked them up and down, and only after confirming they had no serious injuries did he ask Yang Shi, "Did you fight?"
It was no wonder he asked. Yang Shi's hair was a mess, her face was covered in dust, and her clothes were covered in smudges. She clearly looked like she had been in a fight.
