"Dad, Mom, keep the fact that my legs are healed a secret for now. I want to see just how far Su Baozhu is willing to go."
It had been ten days since the accident, yet Su Baozhu hadn't come to see him—not even once. She hadn't even asked about him at the Liu Family's home.
What a heartless woman!
"Why are you doing this to yourself?"
Liu Ahua was deeply worried.
After what had happened, not a trace of sunshine or cheerfulness remained in her son. His personality had turned gloomy and obsessive.
Su Baozhu's behavior had dealt him far too great a blow.
The cold-eyed girl flashed through Liu Weiye's mind, and he reminded her, "Mom, the only condition she gave for healing me was that I marry Su Baozhu."
"If that's what you're worried about, we can have your father talk to that girl again. At worst, we'll pay a little more."
Liu Ahua knew that going back on their word wasn't ideal, but this marriage concerned her son's lifelong happiness.
Liu Weiye lowered his eyes. "That's only part of it. I also want to marry Su Baozhu."
He would never believe in something as illusory as love again.
It made no difference who he married.
*
"Xiao Qiao!"
Su Qiao had a small basket strapped to her back and a little hoe in her hand. She was just about to go up the mountain to dig for medicinal herbs while the morning sun was still mild when someone called out to her the moment she stepped outside.
She looked up, and her eyes immediately lit up. "Second Brother, you're back?"
In the Su Family, the only person who probably cared about Su Qiao was this twelve-year-old cousin of hers.
He would use his thin little hands