Every time, this is how he introduces it.
In his murky, aged gaze, there lies a softness that exists for Du Ruo alone, as if he had returned to over forty years ago, when he first saw her under the cherry blossom tree.
Du Ruo leaned against Nan Chengzhi, murmuring in confusion, "Our daughter? Chengzhi, do we have a daughter? But... why don't I remember?"
The memories that returned to Du Ruo's mind only included fragments from before her parents died; she only remembered her husband, his name, his appearance.
Yes, in her memory, Nan Chengzhi loved her very much.
There was no woman showing up at the door with a big belly, her home wasn't broken, and she hadn't divorced him.
It stops at the happiest of times.
Nan Chengzhi smiled, gently patting Du Ruo's shoulder, comforting softly, "It's okay if you don't remember, I'll tell you again tomorrow."
As time flies, she is no longer young, and he is no longer handsome, but she still waits for him.
It is a blessing of three lifetimes.
