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"Weren't you scared?"

Song Ye didn't care about that look at all. He turned around and looked at the girl who was hidden behind him. His lowered dark eyes showed concern that he couldn't hide.

The girl in front of him was a little pale, her eyes fixed on the direction in which Lin Xue had been pulled away.

Upon hearing Song Ye's words, she seemed to snap out of her daze, her long, thick eyelashes trembling slightly.

"I'm fine, thank you."

The commotion was so loud that it attracted many villagers to come over.

Worried that their relationship would be discovered, she took a step back to keep her distance.

Noticing her subtle movements, Song Ye's eyes darkened, and he was about to say something.

The young man in the gray jacket squeezed into the crowd, pulled Song Ye aside, and whispered a few words in his ear.

Song Ye's previously complicated expression instantly turned serious. After exchanging glances with the young man in the gray coat to confirm, he turned to look at Sang Huan.

"Huanhuan, wait for me a little longer."

After saying that, he paused, took something out of his pocket, and forced it into Sang Huan's hand despite her wishes. Then he turned around and strode away from the crowd with the young man in the gray jacket.

The two made no attempt to conceal their actions, and a sharp-eyed person noticed this and quickly came closer.

"Hey, what are Xiao Sang and Song Ye talking about?"

"Yeah, why are you being stuffed with things? You two aren't really having an affair, are you?"

Someone joked, "We haven't forgotten what Aunt Wang said. Song Ye is Lin Xue's nominal fiancé, but he doesn't acknowledge the marriage."

When they said those words, they were all somewhat teasing and testing the waters.

If a rough and tough guy like Song Ye, who could kill an old sow with one punch, could be targeted by a young widow, then it goes without saying that a beautiful and gentle girl like Sang Huan would be even more desirable. There are countless young men who want to marry her.

He rarely showed his face after arriving in the village. The only time he did was when Song Ye carried him to the health station. Any single men who tried to take the opportunity to show concern for him were chased away by him, who said not to disturb their sleep.

They could only leave dejectedly with their belongings. Later, Sang Huan moved directly to the brigade leader's house, where the fierce woman there kept an eye on her, making it even harder for her to have any contact with him.

They hadn't noticed anything amiss before, but now, judging from the atmosphere between the two, the young men finally realized something was wrong.

Men also engage in scheming and intrigue, sometimes even more terrifyingly than women.

Seeing that such a pretty young educated youth hadn't even been seen many times before someone else beat him to it, some people felt uncomfortable and even used the guise of teasing to smear Song Ye.

"Xiao Sang, a newly arrived educated youth, has no idea that Song Ye, despite his good looks, is ruthless."

"Yeah, yeah, there was an old sow in the team that went crazy and charged at people before, and he punched her to death."

"The blood was splattered all over his face, and he had broken the legs of two thugs from the next village who had accidentally offended him."

"Exactly. Many girls in our village like him, but with his looks, what if he gets into trouble and crippled? A wife is meant to be cherished, not beaten."

The men chatted and laughed, describing Song Ye as a cruel and terrifying man, while secretly glancing at Sang Huan's expression.

Sang Huan clutched what she was holding, her face flushed with embarrassment at the stares of those around her. She finally realized that Song Ye had done it on purpose!

He deliberately made that intimate gesture, making everyone speculate about the relationship between the two without being certain, thus discouraging any men who wanted to make advances.

"Go away, go away! What are you all saying? Xiao Sang and Song Ye are perfectly fine. What are you all talking about? You're ruining the young girl's reputation!"

Before Sang Huan could react, Aunt Wang next to her started yelling and cursing.

She was specially arranged by Song Ye to be by Sang Huan's side, just to keep these people from talking nonsense.

"Besides," Aunt Wang said, hands on her hips, her tone shifting, "this educated youth, Xiao Sang, and Song Ye, both unmarried, risked their lives to rescue Xiao Sang from the fire. Isn't it normal for them to have some feelings for each other and want to get to know each other?"

As she spoke, Aunt Wang glared sideways at the somewhat resentful men.

"Now we support free love, and it's their business if people like each other. But don't spread rumors. If a murderer comes out of the village, the higher-ups will definitely send the police to investigate. If you get invited for questioning, the brigade leader won't bail you out."

The warning in his words was self-evident, and it immediately put an end to the gossips of the crowd.

These days, anyone who can become a brigade leader has some skills, and some of them are so arrogant that they're practically local tyrants.

The village chief seems mild-mannered and doesn't swear much, but if you really anger him, he won't be happy either.

Naturally, no one wanted to offend the captain's wife, whose personality was even more fiery than the captain's, just for the sake of a momentary verbal sparring.

"Alright, go back and rest first. Everyone, you can go back to work this afternoon. There are people to handle things here."

Seeing that no one was grumbling anymore, Aunt Wang didn't say anything more and waved them away.

The villagers scattered like birds and beasts, and Aunt Wang also took Sang Huan back home.

Worried that she was thinking about Lin Xue, they comforted her and told her not to worry, that her family would be notified and that her family would handle it.

Sang Huan maintained her persona and followed Aunt Wang's lead to get a few things out of her.

Once he was sure the other person wouldn't eat the peanuts directly, he turned and went inside, feeling relieved.

Aunt Wang thought she couldn't bear to part with her family, and couldn't help but sigh after the others left.

Sang Huan is a wonderful girl, except she's too kind.

Meanwhile, a "kind" girl closed the door and looked down at the thing Song Ye had stuffed into her hand.

It was a jade bracelet wrapped in cloth, completely clear and clean, with excellent quality; you could tell at a glance it wasn't a cheap item.

Thinking back to the original plot, this thing never appeared in it, and Sang Huan didn't know its origin.

But the fact that Song Ye specially gave it to her must mean it's not a simple thing.

After looking at it for a long time without being able to figure it out, Sang Huan simply put the things in her bag and waited for Song Ye to come back before asking him.

Recalling what had just happened, Sang Huan couldn't help but smile.

Judging from Song Ye's attitude two days ago, she knew this performance wouldn't disappoint her. The ending was exactly as expected, recalling Lin Xue's frantic state.

Sang Huan chuckled. She thought the female lead was very composed, but she wasn't that great.

But letting her die like this would be too easy; the original owner's resentment hasn't dissipated yet.

And that Li Yang...

Since Lin Xue likes to rely on men so much, then let her be with her former "lover" properly.

After all, lovers should be together in the end, how can they be separated?

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

When the captain returned, it was already the afternoon of the third day.

His face was exhausted, and his cloudy old eyes were bloodshot and filled with the marks of time.