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As he apologized to the restaurant owner, he realized that walking under the scorching sun was not just a seasonal thing.
It still felt a little surreal, but the business card in his hand was a constant reminder that what he had been through was real.
``where is my child now?'' Li Jiahong greeted and boarded the bus back to her hometown. he looked out the window at the deep blue sky, but the world still felt dark and gloomy.
the story he heard at the store was too strange and unusual. Knowing that his wife, who was still recovering in the hospital, might be in danger, he traveled to four cities in one night and finally returned to her just before midnight. around it.
Li Jiahong didn't even have time to put his things at home, so he came to the hospital to visit his wife.
when Li Jiahong arrived at the bed with the name \"Egu\" written next to the bed number, he gasped when he saw his wife still sitting on the bed looking at a photo album.
Seeing her husband suddenly return with a tired and longing look on his face, Jiang Gu was a little surprised, \"why did you e at this time? when did you e back?\"
Now, every time Aunt Jiang looks at the old man's weathered and withered face, she can't help but feel sad. her husband was once a young, promising and handsome man, but now he has bee like this because of her. Li Jiahong always said that he didn't care, but he couldn't help but feel it and was often ashamed of it.
She raise
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