Jian Xi paused, a sour feeling rising in her heart.
"Nan Mufeng, you have a good wife." Mr. Han waved his hand, got into the car, and left.
As they watched the taxi disappear into the distance, Nan Tian's family of three still couldn't accept the reality.
What on earth happened to Mr. Han today?
Only Jian Xi understood.
Today, he came to see the home she lived in and also to say goodbye.
His identity is special; he can never openly call her "daughter" in this lifetime, and she can't publicly call him "dad."
This regret is something others cannot understand.
The good mood she had upon waking up in the morning was completely gone, replaced by a deep sense of loss.
Standing next to Jian Xi, Nan Mufeng felt like he increasingly couldn't understand his wife. Recently, she was too mysterious...
Nan Tian and Yu Ling breathed a sigh of relief, supporting each other, as if a burden was lifted. However, the scene behind them left them stunned.
