Two "coming back," different times, one two years, the other twenty years.
But in front of a couple who had gone through trials and tribulations to fall in love again, it was completely irrelevant.
The next morning, Jiang Xue woke from a deep dream to the sight of her bedside table. She stared blankly for a moment before remembering this was her home. Turning her head, she found the bed beside her empty and couldn't help feeling a touch of loss.
Getting up and going outside, Jiang Yonghan was reading the newspaper. Seeing her, he gestured for her to come over and asked softly, "Has Xiao Ming always been the one cooking?"
"Ever since I got pregnant, it's basically been him. He says that pregnant women can't stand the smell of cooking oil. Whenever he has time, he also makes soup and delivers it to my company, which is such a hassle. I always feel like he's making too much out of it."
Jiang Xue's tone was complaining, but her heart was sweet.
