As she read his message, Ye Anran felt a warmth in her heart and a sourness at the corners of her eyes, and her eyes reddened in an instant.
A man who doted on her and loved her so much.
How could it possibly be feigned?
She withstood the myriad thoughts in her heart and gently edited her message with her fingertips, "What a coincidence, my dear husband, I just finished shopping. Where are you?"
"Turn around and look."
Upon receiving his message, she looked back from the rear window of her car and saw his car right behind hers.
She smiled gently.
Zuo Aiai also smiled, gently holding Anran's hand, "Anran, listen to my advice, don't be sad. Take good care of yourself, you are so blessed."
"Yes, I know," Ye Anran replied, and then saw that the car behind was opened.
The man, in the autumn night, took large steps towards her car.
He wore a dark gray shirt and trousers of the same color, his whole appearance crisp and exuding a refined and noble air.
