C165 Destitute

The man with the tripe had a haggard and pained look on his face.

His woman was dry, her dark eyes yellow, and she kept wiping away tears.

I glared at them. He wanted to curse again. But he couldn't scold her.

Is there any use in cursing? It had already happened. He didn't do it on purpose. There was no escape after the accident.

"My three horses are going well