Shang Pinhao's actions were somewhat unruly, and his voice still held a note of dejection. Even his wife and children didn't know where they were, and whether the child was even alive was uncertain. No matter how much regret there was, that person could not be found. So now, it seemed pointless.
"You don't know, actually searching and forgetting are equally painful. I've already let go of Yuan Xiaoxiao, but the process of searching was extremely torturous. I completely agree with Jingyu's photocopier theory, but I sincerely hope that this process doesn't last too long. I am eagerly awaiting my Miss Right."
Even though Chen Likai was no longer a policeman, his aura remained commanding. The man gently slipped his hands into his trouser pockets, his tall and sturdy frame leaning against the sofa, his head slightly tilted back, with a hint of heaviness in his voice.
"Just wait, like I did, and eventually, the clouds will part to reveal the moon."
