"In our fourth year here, Ming fell in love with another woman," Mrs. Hai Wei's face slightly changed, "That girl also had a great fondness for plants and would often come to ask Ming about them. They would sit together all afternoon, and I would even prepare them delicious tea."
Tan Rou suddenly thought of the end of the botanist Tuoray had mentioned, a man who died of drug poisoning. And Mrs. Hai Wei was very adept at concocting poisons. Could it be that she had personally poisoned her own husband?
Mrs. Hai Wei seemed to hear Tan Rou's inner thoughts, and in the next second, she said, "I put poison in the dessert I made for tea. He taught me how to make that poison. We originally planned to use it to kill rats, but, unfortunately, no rats showed up in our yard."
"What you did was too extreme," Tan Rou could only say, "If you no longer loved each other, then separate. Why harm him and yourself? The feeling of cutting your own face must have been unbearable, right?"
