But Lin Mubai was also focused on his wife's past and didn't notice.
All he thought was: "Wife, isn't it your twenty-eighth birthday in twenty days?"
An Nan continued to nod: "Yeah, the closer it gets, the more I think about it, and the more it bothers me. I just subconsciously don't want to see those people."
Lin Mubai felt a slight pang in his heart: "Alright, if you don't want to see them, then don't. You have your husband here."
"Then will you accompany me back and take my mom home?"
Lin Mubai gently caressed the soft short hair of the little woman in his arms and said indulgently: "Silly woman, we're married now, isn't your mom my mom too?"
"Oh, right."
"Silly woman."
Isn't she just a silly woman? Silly enough to bear everything herself. At this moment, Lin Mubai's heart was filled with tenderness and affection, and he also strengthened his belief that in the future, no matter what, he would hold her hand and walk through it together.
