He Jianjun and his wife panicked and hurried forward. "Don't do anything reckless. We'll let her go."
He Jianjun hadn't expected her to think of even this. He had originally planned to quietly block Widow Li and then capture her.
There was no other choice. With his son in the hands of this madwoman, he had a villager bring over a horn and blow it toward the sky three times with all his strength.
"Little Sister, I'm leaving. Take care of yourself."
Li Sufang had actually been worrying over this matter too, but she hadn't intended to trouble Su Qiao again. She just hadn't expected Su Qiao to think things through so thoroughly for her.
Su Qiao waved at her, signaling that she should leave without worry.
Widow Li finally nodded gratefully, picked up a small cloth bundle, and took off toward the river.
This time, she was wearing a somewhat ill-fitting, faded black tracksuit, and her back was held unusually straight.
She was no longer dressed in those gaudy dresses, swaying her hips as she walked with a coquettish air.
It was as if a bird had escaped its cage, flying toward freedom and toward the beautiful life that should have belonged to her.
To see things through to the end, Su Qiao kept the knife pressed against He Yongqiang's neck and stood there with all the villagers for over an hour.
When she felt that enough time had passed—enough that even if they sent a boat after her, they wouldn't be able to catch up—she yawned and released him.
"Ah, my little treasures at home must be hungry. I have to go back and feed them. If I don't feed them in time, they'll throw a tantrum. If they chase me all the way to this village and