He draped the raincoat over himself, wandering aimlessly in the rainy field.
The sky didn't look promising early this morning, so he decided against setting up his stall. Without the stall to tend to, he also didn't want to stay at "that" home.
Recently, he'd often reminisce about his wedding. Whenever he heard people mention Qin's Buns Shop, her silhouette would emerge in his mind.
He knew he shouldn't dwell on it, but he couldn't help himself. Sometimes, he even wondered if there hadn't been the switch in marriage partners, and Lin Chuxia was his wife, would things have turned out like his sister said—no Qin's Buns Shop, only Li's Steamed Bun Shop?
Once this thought took root, it grew rapidly like a seed, thriving into a towering tree.
It wasn't until the look in Lin Chuxia's eyes just now that Li Guangyuan deeply realized he might have truly been mistaken.
