***
However, Qiao Feng couldn't bother about his son and grandson's emotions right now because he had someone more important to take care of, and that was Zhuang Jingmei.
"Jingmei, after we've eaten, how about we go for a walk?"
Qiao Feng looked at Zhuang Jingmei attentively, "I really miss the times we used to walk after meals."
"Okay."
Zhuang Jingmei did not oppose.
She also missed the old times.
In the past, no matter how busy Qiao Feng was, he would always hold her hand and take her for a walk after dinner.
The two would walk and chat.
They talked about everything, almost nothing was left unspoken.
Because of this, their relationship became deeper, their love enviable by everyone.
Zhuang Jingmei pushed his wheelchair along the Moat, but they didn't know what to say to each other.
They had been apart for too long, and had experienced too many things in between, hiding too much from each other.
"Jingmei, let's stop here and look at the river,"
