"..." Song Yuanhuan shook his head silently.
Xu Xiuxiu sighed helplessly.
Originally, she had held onto hope, thinking that Wang Qinghua had simply not come to terms with the situation yet, mostly likely frightened by the doctor's announcement that Song Yuantao might become paraplegic. After all, accepting that you have to take care of a paralyzed husband for the rest of your life is indeed a big blow. She hadn't expected Wang Qinghua to completely cut off all possibilities, leaving no room for herself. Not showing up for two or three days? A family, a husband, a daughter—were they that easy for her to give up? Xu Xiuxiu could neither understand nor comprehend this, and at that point, she decided not to interfere further.