A tinge of sourness filled her heart, and Zhan Se broke into a smile, "How can you say that, Sister Quan? This is your home too."
"Home," a word that touched the sore spot in Quan Fengyi's heart. She sniffled, and her tears fell like beads off a broken string, stirring up even more compassion in Zhan Se.
From the moment a woman is married, she pins all her happiness on one man.
Indeed, marriage is a woman's gamble.
Once something happens to that man, a woman loses her mainstay. And if the man falls into disgrace in such a way, it is not just the mainstay that is lost, but every inch of her is gnawed by pain, leaving nothing behind.
She could all too well understand Sister Quan's pain at this moment. But in times like these, offering comfort while standing on the sidelines often seems feeble and ineffective. So, all she could do was to be a listener, hoping Quan Fengyi would vent her sorrows to her and relieve the sadness in her heart.
Alas, this time Quan Fengyi said nothing.
