"Montana, it really is cold in winter." He first responded to her words, then his voice turned calm, "But it's worth it because my home is there."
He paused, giving Riven, and himself, a moment to prepare.
"My story is simple, yet complex. You know, I don't have just one wife."
He told her everything about Aliya, Emily, and Max.
No sentimental preludes, no emotional embellishments, just the purest statement of facts. The thing that rooted him in Montana was a complete and complex family.
Riven listened quietly, the light-heartedness and playfulness she carefully disguised on her face gradually faded away like a sand painting washed by ocean waves.
The sea breeze made her feel a bit cold, and she instinctively hugged her arms. If Elizabeth's warning in the afternoon was like a stone thrown into a lake, stirring ripples of unease...
Then Lin Yu'an's confirmation at this moment instantly drowned her unrealistic fantasies that had just been ignited by that surfboard.
