For three years of marriage, I was only a stand-in in his heart.
The day I found out I was pregnant, I decided to leave.
Five years later, I returned as a world-class designer, with a genius son by my side.
He knelt in the rain, begging me to forgive him, but I had no idea who to choose
My gentle childhood friend, who had waited fifteen years for me?
The red-haired loyal puppy, who had waited five years for me?
Or Niannian's biological father, who was working hard to make up for lost time?
My five-year-old son looked at me and sighed.
“Mom, why not take all three? I can handle them anyway.”