Zhao Youcai shivered violently. He clenched his fists so tightly that the old wounds on his knuckles began to bleed again, but he felt no pain.
He glanced at Su Yufen, still sobbing on the ground. His expression was complicated, but the disgust remained.
But more than that, there was the weariness and resignation of a man pushed to his absolute limit.
In the end, he said nothing. He didn't try to pull Su Yufen up again. He only forced a single, resentful word through his gritted teeth.
"Scram!"
Then, he spun around abruptly. Under the crowd's complicated stares, he walked away alone, heading for home without a single glance back.
His retreating figure looked desolate and pathetic.
Su Yufen sat slumped on the cold ground, watching Zhao Youcai's distant back, then looking at the Su Family's tightly shut gate. The sea breeze, thick with the smell of salt and fish, filled her hollow chest.
'She knew this marriage was dead.'
