Though it had only been a night, the two of them somehow seemed even more intimate. They used to walk one behind the other, and even when they walked side-by-side, they would strictly maintain their distance, leaving a gap wide enough for half a person. But looking at them now, Zhao Jing was practically plastered to his sister's side.
De'an couldn't help but roll his eyes.
'The nerve of that Jing!'
'Who are they trying to blind with this display so early in the morning?!'
Zhao Jing paid no mind to De'an's sour comments. He chalked up De'an's powerless roaring to the bitter frustration of not having a wife of his own.
On this point, he actually sympathized with De'an, so he decided not to stoop to his level.
Today they were going back to the Zhao Village, and Chen Song was going with them.
His son passing the county exam was a huge deal. He had to go personally to burn paper offerings for his own mother and grandmother, letting the two of them share in the joy.
