Her marriage was to stay by herself in a large, empty house. Her marriage lasted from hope until despair. Her marriage was a monthly routine of the 8th. If it's a lie, then just lie for the rest of your life, okay? At least this way, they could continue all the way to the end of their lives.

Lonely Marriage

When Ji Rufeng was a child, he would call out for his mother at six months of age. Although it was a bit blurry and the pronunciation wasn't too accurate, but Zhan Yan was still so excited that she almost cried and hugged her son and kissed him again.

That night, when Ji Weiyang returned home, he saw Xiao Yang in Zhan Yan's embrace shouting, "Mama, ma."

"Yeah, I was playing in the garden with him this afternoon when I suddenly called out 'Mama'." Zhan Yan smiled gently, and kissed her son's lips once more.

Ji Weiyang walked over and carried the child over. The little thing laughed while drooling on his father's clean and tidy shirt. Third Young Master Ji did not mind as he coaxed his son to call him father.

Dad where are we going