Such moments were like mirrors, best reflecting the ravines and waves within one's heart.
The warm and courteous smiles of the ordinary days, like thin ice upon warmth, melted instantly at the critical juncture. Those real emotions and calculations hidden in the recesses of the heart, could no longer be restrained, quietly surfacing.
The village chief's brows were tightly knit, his tone laced with a hint of hesitation not easily noticed: "Aunt Zhou, this... seems somewhat improper."
Upon hearing this, Aunt Zhou's eyes held a resoluteness as cold as ice, her voice leaving no room for negotiation, "What is inappropriate about it? Since he wishes to sever this relationship, then let it be cut off completely and cleanly, leaving not a trace of attachment."
Uncle Li sighed, attempting to appeal to emotions, "Yufen, after all, Ziling shares the blood of the Jiang Family. By doing this, aren't you forcing the child onto a dead end?"