Five months, unknowingly, it's been five months since arriving at the Xia Family.
Finally, after the rain, the sky clears.
Familiar footsteps echoed behind her. Xia Weibao turned around and saw Lu Hualiang walking towards her.
Though it was the face of a Westerner named Summer, she could see through that human skin mask to the man's handsome, familiar features.
Because he was the one engraved in her heart.
Lu Hualiang walked up to her and extended his hand, "Wife, let's go home."
Xia Weibao smiled, her eyes brimming with tears.
She placed her hand in his palm, "Hmm, let's go home."
Finally, they could go home.
For the past three months, she had been running around dealing with the poison affecting the Asian upper echelons, and had hardly stayed at the Xia home. Naturally, she was unaware of what was happening there.
Now that everything was resolved, with some free time, she heard news of Xia Yongxuan.
