If she had been older when she met Fu Chenyuan and already understood these things, and had called the police on his behalf, wouldn't Fu Chenyuan have been able to find his family sooner, much sooner?

Ultimately, it's because she's a few years younger than Fu Chenyuan. If she were the same age as Fu Chenyuan, she probably would have brought him home long ago.

Suppressing her regret, Jiang Wanning took a red paintbrush and traced over each of the engraved characters.

Fu Chenyuan carved it before her, but he was slower than her.

Jiang Wanning finished writing the characters, but Fu Chenyuan hadn't finished yet.

Jiang Wanning pursed her lips and blew on the paint, hoping it would dry quickly.

Fu Chenyuan finished drawing, put down his brush, and looked over, only to see this scene.

Under the light, Jiang Wanning's features appeared even more delicate.

Her earnestness is captivating.

Fu Chenyuan walked over and took Jiang Wanning's hand.

"All done? What did you carve?"

Jiang Wanning quickly put her hands behind her back: "Don't look. I'm afraid it won't work if I look."

Fu Chenyuan laughed.

"I was just thinking, do you want to take a look at mine? You're right, no need to look."

Jiang Wanning was incredibly curious, her curiosity like an ant scratching at her heart, and immediately changed her mind: "As long as you are sincere, it will work. We are husband and wife, and it won't offend the gods or Buddhas if we look at each other. Ayuan, let me see."

"No. I won't let you see it." Fu Chenyuan was truly determined.

He handed it over to his master, who stood on the ladder and helped hang the sign very high.

Jiang Wanning's was also hung up.

Seeing that Jiang Wanning seemed a little unhappy, Fu Chenyuan pulled her into his arms.

Jiang Wanning was caught off guard and bumped right into his arms.