"Don't bother, why mention all those irrelevant things? I just feel sorry for her." Purely out of sympathy—as this child was driven to such a state.
Aunt Niu left, Bai Xin didn't say anything, walked over, and embraced Bai Zhi, feeling a particular sting in her eyes.
"Xingxing, what can your aunt say? Next time, don't do this again. I worry about you, dear. If they come, just ignore them and don't open the door."
But Bai Xin knew it was impossible. She was all too aware of what her mother-in-law was like.
"Xingxing, your aunt is planning to go back tomorrow. Come with me, and we'll move our things back home. I've made up my mind—I can't be with him anymore."
She didn't want to continue on anymore; waiting any longer was meaningless.
"No, Auntie, we must go back—and make it known. You'll have to say you've bought medicine and are just getting ready to conceive."
Bai Zhi shook her head, clutching Bai Xin's hand firmly as she spoke.
