After the talk, Aunt Xia's anger had pretty much dissipated.
"Forget it, I'll go bring your uncle back home! Otherwise, as an injured man, who knows when he'll be able to walk back!"
Xia Chuyi snickered and said, "Yeah, yeah, go ahead, otherwise if Uncle walks back on his own, Aunt, you'll definitely die of worry!"
"You child!" Aunt Xia scolded.
Xia Chuyi's head received a knock.
"Ouch!" she exclaimed softly, this time, Aunt Xia truly hadn't held back.
Yet Xia Chuyi smiled even more joyously.
Aunt was right, affection, is something built through spending time together.
In the end, no one from the Zhao family attended Xia Lan's wedding, and the Xia Family, without even setting off a string of firecrackers, simply married Xia Lan off.
In the blink of an eye, it was the tenth day of the first lunar month, the date she had set for her return trip had arrived.
