It was noon, so the river was sparse with people. Chen Huayun hurriedly ran toward the area with less people and thicker vegetation.
Xiao Qingya hissed as the thorny branches hit her exposed fragile skin.
Chen Huayun didn't care about her pain and continued to walk forward with large and quick steps. She was already utterly disheveled.
Her white hair was unkempt; it was unknown when the last time she had taken care of it. Her clothes were full of holes and smeared with dirt.
She was visibly much thinner than the last time Xiao Qingya saw her. Her eyes were bloodshot and scary, much more frightening than any ghost she had seen.
"You are the cause of my divorce!" Chen Huayun rasped. Her bloodshot eyes sent chills down Xiao Qingya's spine, and she struggled harder.
"Let go!" Xiao Qingya yelled. The way Chen Huayun was carrying her was extremely uncomfortable. Rough and full of inconsideration, treating her like a sack of rice.
