In the end, the question returned to the beginning.
The question that Xiaomai has been wondering about since crossing through time, emerged once again as she saw Tong Sanlang's sincere expression.
It was related to her family, and so it had to be clarified.
Tong Sanlang clucked his tongue, well, no matter what, he couldn't avoid this question.
He glanced at the foxtail grass beside him, casually plucked one and twirled it around his fingers, a wry smile on his face as he said, "This matter is akin to a child's tale without a mother, it's a long story."
"No worries, we still have plenty of time." Xiaomai appeared ready to listen.
The place where she and Tong Sanlang were was quite distant from the foot of the mountain. In any case, there was no one in sight, so they could speak at leisure.
"Alright." Tong Sanlang simply sat down.
To marry his wife, he needed to explain!
He lifted his gaze, looking into the distance.