Zhao Weisheng stared at her. He trembled and gasped softly.
Xiuying…Xiuying…
"Xiuying…?" His beautiful black irises gradually widened in disbelief
The name is his beloved…
It was her name that he was hearing for the first time in more than thirty years from someone other than himself.
His eyelashes fluttered, and he slowly looked up and down at Lihua. "How...How do you know her?" He whispered.
Watching his dazed and shocked expression, and the haziness that shone in his eyes made Lihua feel even more emotional. Here she had been missing Wei since their divorce, and it had hardly been two months. Even so, every moment was so painful and agonizing. To remember that she had to live her life without him always frightened her.
But what about Zhao Weisheng? What about Jiang Xiuying?
