In the passage of time's whispering little hymns, days moved. In one small bamboo forest, in a bamboo hut, Ruo's belly started growing in size at some point, and she became very religious.
Han Li felt it to be quite dumb but he couldn't help but say it was the cutest thing ever.
Like, the white-haired woman had drawn a picture of their mother, and she would kneel in front of it with a puffy face the first thing in the morning. She would then cry or laugh, maybe even bicker, then pray for a good afterlife for their mother.
It was a funny sight, and it made him melancholic. Due to being so forgotten in hatred, he couldn't see this in his past life. The sight of a cute Ruo struggling with a pregnant belly and her wish to pray.
If he didn't wake up early in the morning and help her pray, the woman would totally blow her top and kick him awake. This was one fierce wife with no respect for her husband.