Thinking about Mrs. Li again, Gu Yuheng sighed deeply, "I wish I had married you earlier."
If Jiao Jiao and Xiao Chuan had a mother like her, they wouldn't always have an unhealed wound in their hearts.
Aunt Hua gently used a handkerchief to wipe Gu Yuheng's tears, "It's not too late now."
"I don't have children, in my heart, Jiao Jiao and Xiao Chuan are just like my own children."
Gu Yuheng was touched, unable to express anything embarrassing, he just whispered: "I know, I know you're good."
Aunt Hua enthusiastically plans, "When we find the right wife for Xiao Chuan, we'll send him off to marry her, what do you think?"
Gu Yuheng nodded with a smile.
After marrying Mrs. Eleven, he finally understood that true marital love is not like his previous one-sided dedication to Mrs. Li, but mutual respect and love, caring for each other, discussing things together—this is what marriage is about.
