The old man laughed heartily: "That won't do, once in a while is enough... Otherwise, someone might feel pity for me, saying that this old man doesn't know how to care for his daughter-in-law."
Ming Mei patted Kang Chen's shoulder: "Don't worry, he doesn't dare."
Kang Chen...
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In the afternoon, the old man took a nap.
Kang Chen held Ming Mei's hand as they slowly walked on the lakeside embankment.
The breeze brushed against their faces, the air was refreshing, and the hem of Ming Mei's long dress was lifted by the wind, like butterfly wings.
Kang Chen released Ming Mei's hand and embraced her shoulder: "I once imagined what you would become, but I never thought you would become so wonderful."
Before he met Ming Mei again, Kang Chen had imagined many versions of her, even considering her worst.
He was afraid that over these years, Ming Mei might have lost herself, afraid she would become unrecognizable, afraid she would be endlessly trapped in the pain of losing her child.
