Standing in front of Li Zhiwei, Qie Wang looked at her strangely. "Zhiwei, why do you look a little taller?"
"How can I be taller? I'm getting old."
Li Zhiwei sat beside Qie Wang. She took out a bottle of wine from her pocket and handed it to him.
"Look, these were my brother's favorite wine and his famous dumpling. I've been trying to do it for years, and it's starting to look like it."
Qie Wang couldn't help but swallow his saliva when he smelled the aroma of dumplings.
He sat on the sofa and looked at Li Zhiwei. It took him a long time to speak. "Zhiwei, I don't blame you."
"I know, Brother Wang."
Li Zhi smiled softly.
Her smile was pretty but had an unspeakable sense of heroism to it.
"Brother Wang, you're the best person to me besides my brother. I'm very grateful to you. You're the only one who hasn't laughed at me all these years, and I appreciate it."
Li Zhiwei's voice was soft with a hint of grievance.
