"Husband, don't just stand there—help me hang up the clothes."
Noticing Zhao Dezhu's gaze, Zhou Congfang turned around with a smile and said.
"Okay."
Zhao Dezhu stepped forward and started to help hang the clothes to dry.
Yet Zhou Congfang seemed to have not noticed that the clothes being hung up were only hers and her mother's; not a single piece of her father's clothing was there.
"I don't know why, but I feel like I've been asleep for a very long time. It seems like a lot happened in my dreams..."
"Really? You probably just didn't rest well," Zhao Dezhu said with a smile.
"In the dream, we got divorced and I came back to Ruijin with Zhou Zhou alone. I hoped he could grow up to be someone like you, but... but I pushed him too hard, and in the end, Zhou Zhou couldn't take it anymore—he chose suicide. Isn't that funny..."
Zhou Congfang talked about it being funny, but her voice was already choking up.
