He really had lost weight, and on top of that, he was tanned and weather-beaten, with particularly prominent wrinkles at the corners of his eyes.
Feng Qingxue looked at her husband with sympathy, noticing how tough the past few months had been since his transfer.
For Lu Jiang, managing was more troublesome than fighting a war.
Lu Jiang held his daughter in one arm and his bear of a son in the other. As he approached his wife, had it not been for the children in his arms, he would have definitely reached out to touch his own face. There was already a ten-year age gap between them, but now they looked as if they were twenty years apart.
At this thought, Lu Jiang's face turned as black as ink. What would outsiders say?
"Qingxue!" Lu Jiang called out her name, sounding a bit guilty.
Feng Qingxue glanced at him sidelong, knowing that he hadn't used the skincare products she had prepared for him.
