Jiang Ye, cloaked in the darkness of wind, stood like a steel blade before the dilapidated clinic, allowing withered leaves to fall upon his broad shoulders.,Jiang Ye's gaze was fixed on the child in the photo. "Are they married now",Hearing this, Jiang Ye's hand froze. The photo instantly slipped from his grasp and fell to the ground. An unprecedented look of disbelief flashed in his eyes.。