The bag of candied fruit in Feng Dayong's hand fell to the ground. He stumbled into the house and took Miao Qinqin down from the white silk noose.
Cradling his wife's cold body, Feng Dayong refused to believe it and held his hand beneath Miao Qinqin's nose to check for breath.
Miao Qinqin had long since stopped breathing, so naturally he felt nothing. In his shock and panic, Feng Dayong knocked into the table beside him.
A letter fluttered down from the table. Feng Dayong collapsed onto the floor, and it landed right in front of him.
Feng Dayong recognized the handwriting on the paper. It belonged to his wife, Miao Qinqin.
Few girls from ordinary families knew how to read, but when they were children, a scholar who had come to the capital to take the imperial examinations rented a room in Springwater Alley. After paying his rent, he had little money left and could only buy tofu dregs from a tofu stall each day to eat.
Miao Qinqin's parents were kindhearted. Every few days, they would give the scholar a few pieces of proper tofu or some other food. Grateful for their kindness, the scholar taught Miao Qinqin to read.
That was how Miao Qinqin became the only girl in Springwater Alley who could read and write.
Although Miao Qinqin could read and write, her handwriting was merely legible, not particularly neat. After all, her family was poor and could not afford much paper or ink for her to practice with.
Only after reading his wife's suicide note did Feng Dayong understand why she had suddenly hanged herself!
It turned out that the bastard Guo Yongshun had secretly followed Miao Qinqin and raped her. Worse still, when Miao Qinqin tearfully told him she was pregnant and begged him