"Wife, all that is in the past now, let's not think about it anymore, let's not think about it." Yun Hao had not realized before that his wife was harboring feelings of owing them.
Now he was afraid to ask, fearing that his wife felt she owed more to him and Little Huzi than she loved them.
He dared not consider this possibility.
He still naively believed that his wife had him in her heart, she definitely did.
But his trembling hands betrayed him, his wife did love him, she did.
"Ahao, look at me." Meng Yunhan, who was being tightly embraced by Yun Hao, suddenly pushed him away, firmly pressing on his shoulders, making him look at her.
Yun Hao slowly moved his gaze to his wife's face, "Wife..."
Meng Yunhan accurately kissed those trembling lips, lightly leaving her mark.
"Ahao, I didn't love you in my past life, that's a fact, but in this life, I've fallen in love with you, deeply in love."
Saying this out loud, for Ahao, was somewhat cruel.
