Zhuzi's wife came in, seemingly having cried, with reddened eyes.
She was chatting with Qian's mom outside, who knows what they talked about, they touched on a painful subject.
"Have a seat, sister-in-law." Qian's tone toward her was obviously gentler compared to Zhuzi.
She could see that this sister-in-law was truly her fan.
She also noticed that this sister-in-law was at a breaking point in her life; if not utterly desperate, how could she show such a pleading look to a stranger? Sometimes unintended coldness might cause the hopeless to lose the last bit of hope for survival, while a small aid could help someone in distress regain hope.
"Qian, should I not be discussing these things with you? After all, you're Zhuzi's relative. I..." This was also the reason for her despair.
She really had no one to confide in, aware that Qian might not help her, yet unable to control her desire to share.
