"I remember now, Nuannuan!"
It's said that a man's tears do not fall lightly, but at this moment, Huo Beichen realized that it wasn't true until the heart was truly wounded. Seeing the familiar face of the woman, then the scars upon it, Huo Beichen felt as if his heart had been viciously sliced, the pain so intense it left him breathless, "I'm sorry, Nuannuan, it's all my fault, I didn't recognize you. Once we're home, there's no need for you to ask; I'll kneel and wash clothes on a washboard, kneel on a keyboard, kneel on durians, cacti, even broken glass, whatever you wish..."
"It's good that you remember, it's good that you remember!"
Upon hearing this, a hint of satisfied smile crossed the woman's pale lips, "I...I might not be able to return, you must take good care of Little Xingchen. You are not allowed to find him a stepmother before he becomes an adult!"
