Not being able to find them does not mean he hasn't kept this life-saving benefactor in his heart.
As for what to do after finding them, he had already decided—thank you, very grateful.
But what if the person who saved him was his own wife?
Suddenly, a thought associated with the conversation inside flashed through his mind; his tall and straight British eyebrows, his deep starry eyes, the flowing frail light—it was an indescribable tender emotion.
It was no longer just gratitude, emotion, or thanks, but—fate.
Was it really his wife?
If it was his own wife, did last night's conversation between his wife and her older brother mean that his wife forgot she saved him?
A complex taste echoed in his heart.
No matter what, there was now an answer to his wife's strange words and deeds over the past few days.
"Manman, someone is at the door." Jiang's father was quite vigilant and noticed his son standing at the door.
