Mrs. Qiao listened to her husband, and though large teardrops continued to stream down her face, she nodded.
"We've been so lucky. I never imagined our family of three could be reunited again. These days feel like they were stolen. I've lived every single one so carefully, cherishing it completely, terrified of letting it slip away. It all feels so unreal."
It was true. If Tang Mo hadn't come, Xiao Jin's family would never have been reunited.
Qiao Jin would have died deep in the mountains. Mrs. Qiao would have died from illness. And George Lin, his family torn apart, would have spent his days in a daze before ultimately succumbing to starvation, never to recover.
But now, they were living with such abundance and hope. Their family of three was reunited, fulfilling their greatest wish, and they had even been granted this time of joy and happiness. They had truly received so much already.
