Heng Yi was shaken by Han Qiao's words.
No one had ever said these words to him, and no one had ever praised him.
No one had ever thought that he was a capable person.
When others talked about him, they all thought of him as Heng Yi, a stupid hunter who couldn't even speak. He only knew how to hunt, but he was useless. He hadn't married yet, so he was most likely going to be a bachelor for the rest of his life. When he got old, he wouldn't even have a place to shelter himself from the wind and rain. He would have to go out and beg for food.
"Sister Ah Qiao, thank you!"
"Thank you for coming to my side. Thank you for loving me."
Heng Yi's eyes turned red.
She almost cried.
Han Qiao felt bad too. She moved her body and held Heng Yi in her arms, gently stroking his back. "If you feel bad, cry. Cry out all your sadness, hatred, and disappointment, and leave them in this shabby house. When we get home tomorrow, you're not allowed to cry anymore."
Heng Yi's body stiffened.
