The day I delivered seafood porridge to my wife and brother, I saw the barrage. "Run away, hero. The heroine married you because of the dead Bai Yueguang." I looked at my wife beside me, feeding my brother porridge bite by bite, with a look of patience and gentleness that I had never seen before. She thought Bai Yueguang's heart was with her younger brother. What she didn't know was that the white moonlight in her heart was not dead, and I was already on my way to Norway.
