Zhao Jiner didn't blame him, after all, her luck was indeed a bit too bad. But deep down, she couldn't help but feel a little sad.,He never mentioned that Zhao Jin'er's future husband, Qin Muxiu, was a sickly man who was already bedridden.,When Zhao Jin'er was washing clothes by the stream one day, she overheard some young village wives talking about marriage. Now that she was about to face it herself, her neck flushed red with embarrassment.。