"That's all, I'm going back to the house to sleep!"

Mrs. Zuo yawned and went to the backyard with the help of the maid.

Zuo Junmo looked at his mother's walking figure, with her hunched back and silver-white hair.

In my heart, there was a nameless guilt.

He also didn't want to let his mother down, and he also wanted her to have a grandson as soon as possible and enjoy her old age in peace.

However, he didn't want to wrong himself and just get a woman to come back to live and have children.

Marrying a wife is like wearing shoes.

He wants to find a pair of shoes that fit.

I want someone who can accompany him to travel across thousands of mountains and rivers.

If he couldn't find it, he would rather stay barefoot for the rest of his life.
Chapter completed!