"Xinmei!" Qi Jianguo chased after her, but didn't approach, only asking from behind her. "Are you leaving now?"
"Yes, my husband and daughter both need my care, I'm quite busy!" Han Xinmei replied without turning back.
As she was about to leave again, Qi Jianguo pulled her back. "I still have something I want to say to you, can you wait a little longer?"
"But I've already said everything I wanted to say to you!" Han Xinmei retorted ungraciously.
"Xinmei!" Qi Jianguo's hand, which was holding her arm, was trembling. "All these years, I've never forgotten you, owed you, missed you, imagined that child. This emotion has never left me!"
Han Xinmei felt no emotion. "I think your identity is not suitable to say such things!"
"I... I'm sorry!"
Han Xinmei smirked. "No, I think I should thank you. If it weren't for your kindness of not marrying me back then, I couldn't have married Xiao Zhiming..."
"I know you're not happy, I'm sorry!"
