"Sister Zhao, what are your plans for the New Year this year? Are you thinking of going back to visit home?" Although Su Changfeng had his own plans, it ultimately depended on whether Zhao Xiaona wished to go along.
Over the years, many people from the village gossiped, and some even claimed she had found another man outside and abandoned her morals. Hearing this made Zhao Xiaona feel very distressed. No matter how much she explained, no one listened, and people continued to talk behind her back.
"I'm afraid I won't be able to go back to the village." Zhao Xiaona sighed heavily, her voice a bit hoarse as she spoke.
Chen Qingqing wanted to say something but hesitated and held back. When she was young, she longed to go home to see her father, to pay respects and offer incense, fulfilling a sense of filial duty. But Zhao Xiaona had always stopped her, so they never went back all these years.
