"Zhizhi."
By that time, Mu Yanzhou had already approached Wen Zhi from behind, only about two or three meters away.
He stopped and didn't move any closer.
Wen Zhi took a deep breath and finally turned around emotionlessly.
She thought she could be indifferent, but as soon as she saw Mu Yanzhou's gaunt face, her eyes reddened immediately.
He was just in his forties, and his hair was already much grayer. There was an exhaustion in his brow that spoke of world-weariness, yet his face was still strikingly handsome.
Her father, back then, was famous in Bai City.
Her mother said that the women who used to pursue her father practically made up the entirety of Bai City's reputable daughters. Some even kneeled before him just for a glance, and others offered billions in dowry for marriage. It was exaggeration, but it was also the truth.
But in the end, her father chose to be with her mother.
They loved each other profoundly.
