If It Isn't Fate, What Is It?

Old Mrs. Han's eyes were very sharp. She could see that the relationship between the two of them was not as simple as Wang Juhuai said.

Old Mrs. Han's gossipy soul was burning, yet she pretended that nothing was happening, smiled, and said, "So you knew Xiao Xia from when you were young. What a coincidence."

"That's right." Wang Juhuai sighed a bit. "I did not think that we could still meet again."

He had originally thought that they would no longer meet again in this life.

He was a coward, and he avoided the issue and ran.

She got married, and he did not want to even see that.

If he did not see it, he won't feel horrible, as if his heart had been dug out.

But now that he saw her again, he felt that his constant avoidance made him look like a dummy.

He had been thinking about her all along, not forgetting at all. These twenty years, her figure in his mind was extremely clear and had never faded.