The needle holes were originally small, and they were hardly noticeable on a woman's hands accustomed to farm work, but the girl's fair hands showed the needle holes at her fingertips clearly, along with blisters on her palms.
A nosy woman, wanting a closer look, leaned in to verify for everyone, "It's true, there are a lot of needle holes."
Lin Qiao looked at Song Tingfan beside her. He stood straight as if protecting his sister-in-law in his own way.
Song Tingfan wasn't much of a talker. When people in the village whispered bad things about him in private, he never spoke up to refute or explain.
She felt an inexplicable softness in her heart. Sigh, even acting had gotten her into this.
As long as the villain didn't turn bad, her soft heart wouldn't be an issue.
She held his hand in return, gently patted it, indicating it was okay.
Looking at their hands clasped together, Song Tingfan's gaze lingered for a while until he tightened his grip slightly.
