Jian Xi's gaze dimmed, and sorrow veiled her small face.
She wished Jian Wan could be alive, then she would have a mother...
"Wife, you'll have me from now on," Nan Mufeng hugged her tightly.
"I understand that life and death are predestined, and wealth is in the hands of heaven. But..." Jian Xi lifted her head, looking at Nan Mufeng, "I don't want your life to have any regrets."
Nan Mufeng pressed his lips together.
"I don't want you to be like me one day, wanting to take care of your parents but they're no longer around."
That sentence pierced Nan Mufeng's heart fiercely. His tall frame trembled.
After Jian Wan's death, Jian Xi had adjusted her mindset quite well. He thought she had moved on. But it turned out she was still trapped in her grief, unable to extricate herself.
"Do it for the sake of these days, for the daily meals you've been bringing, go and take a look."
