Nie Zhao extended his hands, trembling as he cupped his wife's face, and could not help letting out a sob.
He even suspected that he was growing old, that he had become feeble, wheelchair-bound, crippled, and withered, and that he was merely having an extravagant dream.
How else could it be? The Han Family, which had once done business with the Mainland military, had long since been renamed the Nie Family, and Han Yuzhu had vanished into the long river of time. Nie Zhao himself could never have managed to single out the Han Family name and mount it on a wall.
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