"Wife." He called out excitedly, the face that had appeared in his dreams a thousand times. It was the face he remembered from the past.
Pamela looked at the old man in front of her, stunned. "Where did this old man come from? Why is he calling me wife right away?"
Old Mr. Schmidt: "…"
His wife only ever said that line in this lifetime.
"Pamela, I knew you weren’t dead!" Old Mr. Schmidt’s voice choked with emotion.
Only then did Pamela remember her son mentioning his father. Was this old man really her husband?
"Ben, is this old man your dad?" Pamela asked her son.
Benjamin glanced at his father’s aged face. It had been a case of a young husband and an older wife, and now his father had grown much older.
"Mom, you voluntarily married Dad back then, and you both were very much in lo
