Dr. Jiang continued: "Oh, speaking of which, where is Zheng Jun?"
"He should be in the Xiaohua Garden."
Zheng Jun is a typical scholar, tending to his books and plants every day. All domestic matters, big or small, were taken care of by Madame Zheng, especially after their only daughter went missing, he practically stopped caring about everything.
"How many years have passed," Dr. Jiang sighed, "he's still the same. You've broken your heart for this family while he behaves as if nothing's wrong."
If not for Madame Zheng, the family would have fallen apart long ago.
"He's suffering inside..."
Their only daughter was lost, and the youngest sister went mad.
No one knows the agony Zheng Jun suffers beneath his placid facade.
"He's suffering? You tell me, aren't you suffering too?" Dr. Jiang continued, "You really are lucky, Zheng Jun, to have such a wonderful wife."