When his wife spoke, Jiang Nuo moved as if he had received an imperial decree.
He somehow found filming equipment: "Wife, let's hurry up and film everything right now."
Mu Qiuniang was a bit helpless: "Why are you in such a rush? We have plenty of time to shoot in the future."
"Wife, that's not the way to say it. The future is the future, and now is now. The feeling and mood of filming now are different from those in the future." More importantly, I'm afraid it will be too late later.
On Jiang Nuo's face was the brightest smile; in his heart, sadness surged like a river.
Wife, I'm so scared now, scared that there's not enough time and I won't make it back in time.
I told you before that I would never let you cry, but now I might not be able to keep that promise.
Wife, I'm sorry!
Wife, I'm really sorry!
