Sometimes marriage does not mean love, sometimes we love each other but cannot stay together, and sometimes waiting does not mean nothing.
Xu Yan looked at the woman opposite him. He had known her for ten years, stayed with her for four years, and stayed together for six years. In the end, they separated. The right and wrong in the past were already confusing. Who can say for sure.
Jiang Mo straightened his hair that was blown by the wind, and smiled lightly: "Xu Yan, if you miss it, you will miss it, and you will never come back."
Behind her stood a nervous man, holding his young eldest son and holding his infant child, waiting for the person who had been waiting for 8 years. As long as she turned around, she would see that he had never been far away.