The rural doctor is busy with farming, and her abstinent husband can't bear it

Su Yu comforted him, "I understand your situation, don't worry about it."

A few simple words, like gentle spring rain, made Xie Xinghua burst into tears again. The two of them understood each other tacitly, and remained silent, but each had their own plans in mind.

Su Yu thought, since he had decided to visit the Grand Tutor's Mansion tomorrow, it would be impolite to go empty-handed.

Although the reason is to review the condition, after all, there is a purpose, and appropriate humility and sincerity are indispensable.

Almost all of the family savings have been used for household expenses, and money is tight. It seems that I can only prepare some festive snacks as gifts myself.

Time was running out, and Su Yu was destined to be busy until dawn that night.

As for Xie Xinghua, her thoughts were completely occupied by Daya's safety.

If she couldn't find Daya, how would she go on with her life? The rift with Zhao was irreparable, and she had to be strong for the sake of her two remaining daughters, so that they would not repeat the same mistakes.

Zhao was so cruel to Daya, and the safety of Erya and Sanya was also hanging by a thread.

As a mother, she vowed to be their strongest support and never let them suffer any grievances again.

Xie Xinghua secretly vowed that she must become stronger, for the children and for herself.

Xie Xinghua's emotions were like the tide, with ups and downs. The days when she once relied on Zhao were like being shrouded in dark clouds, and every breath seemed particularly heavy.

She knew very well that even if the road ahead was full of thorns and storms, she had to stand straight and face it alone.

Separation is not only a decision, but also a cry from her heart, a strong desire for freedom and dignity.

She clenched her fists tightly, as if holding the courage for a new life. The fire in her heart burned fiercely, and she vowed to completely burn away the shackles of the past.

The footsteps of returning home broke the silence, and everyone in the courtyard moved at the news, with confusion and worry written all over their faces.

Daya’s disappearance was like a huge rock thrown into a calm lake, causing ripples.

Everyone had a frown on their face, their worries were self-evident, but no one dared to ask easily, for fear of touching a sensitive nerve.

Jiang Xunzhong keenly noticed Zhao's absence and asked the question in his heart with a slightly hesitant voice, but the silence in the air seemed to be the answer, making people feel suffocated.

He didn't dare to ask any more questions, but just wandered inside and outside the door with complicated eyes, as if he could glimpse the answer through the crack in the door.

Erya and Sanya seemed to sense the subtle changes in the home. Their cries shook the air. They threw themselves into Xie Xinghua's arms, like little animals that had lost their shelter, unable to control their grief.

The loss of my eldest sister is not just the separation of blood, but also the extinction of hope, making reunion out of reach.

Xie Xinghua endured the severe pain in her heart and used her maternal tenacity to build a warm line of defense for her daughters, not letting her tears become evidence of weakness.

Her words were soft but firm, like a ray of light piercing through the dark clouds, giving the children a faint but real hope.

Jiang Wangshan's mood was complicated. Thousands of words were stuck in his throat and he could only utter some vague syllables. It was a powerless comfort and also a deep sense of self-blame.

His tears slid down quietly, silently telling of his helplessness and struggle as a man.

Xie Xinghua gently wiped away his tears, her hands conveying strength and trust. The promise from Second Aunt was like a bright light in the dark night, illuminating the road ahead.

Once, Xie Xinghua mistakenly believed that obedience was the only rule of survival, but the reality taught her that blindly giving in would only make the oppressors more arrogant.

Second Aunt's words were like a wake-up call, making her realize that if she lived under someone else's roof, she would never be able to hold her head high.

Even if the road ahead is lonely, you have to hold up your own sky, because self-reliance and self-improvement are the real way out.

At this moment, Xie Xinghua's eyes were flashing with an unprecedented determination.

On the other side, Su Yu's busy figure in the kitchen looked particularly warm.

Xier's little figure seemed particularly persistent while waiting. She played with the medicine grinder in her hand, as if expressing her expectation for her mother in her own way.

There was a hint of bitterness in Jiang Ziling's smile, yet it was still gentle.

Su Yu embraced Xier and kissed her little face lovingly. The cozy scene warmed people's hearts.

Xier yawned constantly, but still snuggled in her mother's arms, enjoying the peace and happiness.

Jiang Ziling brought the steaming hot meal, his words full of love and care.

Su Yu's hunger seemed particularly real at this moment. The aroma of the food was like a magic that instantly awakened all his taste buds.

She was surprised at the taste of the dish, and a hint of surprise flashed in her eyes. This was not only a recognition of the food, but also an affirmation of Jiang Ziling's ability.

Jiang Ziling turned around slowly, relying on his crutches, and every step he took seemed so steady and powerful.

He stopped by the fire, added firewood and water, and every movement revealed his love and persistence for life.

Su Yu looked at his back with gentle eyes, feeling both relieved and expectant. The crutch that had not yet been completely discarded seemed to foreshadow his upcoming new life.

Jiang Ziling's heart suddenly clenched, as if being pulled by an invisible rope, and the pain was mixed with some indescribable pain: "Being, being sold again?"

There was reluctance and helplessness in his voice, like the falling of autumn leaves, light yet loaded with a heavy burden.

"Ah."

Su Yu's answer was brief and heavy. There was a hint of pity in her eyes. She was unwilling to dwell on this painful topic any longer, for fear that she would accidentally touch Jiang Ziling's sensitive and fragile heartstrings.

After all, she was his own niece whom he treated as his own daughter. Who could understand her pain more deeply than him?

"You have almost recovered now, and your cooking skills are perfect. You are the best person to make the rice dumplings. As for me, I can just wait and enjoy your cooking skills."

Su Yu tried his best to make his tone light, trying to use the trivialities of daily life to dilute the gloom just now and find a little joy in life for Jiang Ziling.

"Row."

Jiang Ziling agreed, and although his voice was calm, it could not hide the worry underneath.

That hidden emotion is like an undercurrent beneath the water, surging but leaving no trace.

Su Yu keenly caught this subtle worry and quickly comforted her: "Don't worry, for Daya, I will spare no effort and try my best to find her."

Her tone was firm and her eyes were gleaming with an unquestionable light, as if she wanted to use her determination to build a solid barrier for this precarious home.

"Thanks a lot."

Jiang Ziling knew very well that Su Yu was not only his support, but also Daya's only hope.

The old, the young, the sick and the weak at home, who is not a weak person who needs protection? In this stormy world, who can be truly trusted?

"Well, take Xi'er to bed first. I still have to take care of some chores in Ning County tonight."

Su Yu considerately shared Jiang Ziling's burden, and her arrangements were always so meticulous and detailed that made people feel at ease.