It was the beginning of spring, and it was drizzling outside the window.
Nian Xi bent down and poured the dog food into the dog bowl. Jiangjiang ran over and wagged his tail as he licked it.
"Be Good." Nian Xi caressed its soft fur. Before she realized it, Jiangjiang was already three years old, and that person had been gone for two and a half years.
She didn't know if he was still alive.
She didn't know how he was doing now.
She tried hard to think, but she suddenly realized that she didn't remember Jiang Yuning's face clearly anymore. Perhaps it was because she was approaching thirty, and her memory was not as good as before.
She sighed lightly, got up, took her coat, and quickly left home.
She drove to the police station, and in less than twenty minutes, she was constantly greeted at the station.
