Qin Yawei sat at the table and looked at the porridge dishes in front of him. His nose was sour and his eyes were hot. Two lines of tears slid down his cheeks.

"Miss Qin, eat quickly! I didn't eat last night. I was still sick. Today my husband won't come back. You'll have a good rest at home. She patted her on the back and went into the kitchen.

Qin Yahuang, dressed in a thin white coat, sat on a bench in the back garden. The scenery was beautiful, but she didn't like it at all.

She stayed at home all day and went to school the next day....