Lu Lin and Lu Chen gazed at Fu Xiaoxiao with tearful eyes. Fu Xiaoxiao's words were like a warm current, soothing their wounded hearts and healing their trauma.
Song Hong blushed at Fu Xiaoxiao's words but, reminded of her own grievances, she glared. "Do you know how hard life is without a man? Their father died. How can a woman like me raise two children? If I don't find myself a way out, won't I end up begging with them?"
"You speak with ease because you don't have children, no burdens. You say pretty things now, but when you find yourself in my position, what hard words can you still speak? Aren't you just going to remarry, find a man to depend on?" Song Hong didn't feel she was wrong. Her mother and brother were looking out for her. A woman who's been married before being able to remarry is already quite fortunate.
