After the Missing Commander’s Wife Returned, She Had Me Dig Up a Nonexistent Iron Box

I stared hard at the woman in front of me.

That face, with willow-leaf brows, almond eyes, and a small mole at the corner of her mouth, even the dimple on the right side that was a little deeper than the left when she smiled, was exactly the same.

“What tin box?” I forced down my pounding heart and casually stuffed a wonton into my mouth.

She wiped her mouth and looked completely natural, even with a hint of warmth.

“Did you forget? The year our daughter was five and kept crying at night, we made it up together and buried it under the tree.”

My back was instantly soaked with cold sweat.