C1285 Father and Son Meet

Zhao Xiangyun hadn't been like this for a long time. She went out for a walk with Jiang Weimin.

Jiang Weimin held her hand, his eyes gentle.

Although it was autumn evening and the cold wind blew against his face from time to time, the temperature that kept coming from his palm seemed to completely disperse that trace of coldness.

After walking for a while, they met many neighbors nearby