"Wife."
The man's voice carried a deep longing as his breath enveloped Lan Xin Ai, instantly calming her world.
The little woman stared at him blankly,
"Wife, are you going to leave me behind?" Mr. Xi saw her in a daze, his voice hoarse to the extreme.
He was truly panicked.
Lan Xin Ai's heart trembled, looking at the man's tired handsome face, her nose instantly sour, rushing into his arms heavily, all the sadness flowing away in her memory, leaving only the memories with him.
"Husband."
The sound of crying was always so heart-wrenching.
A gentle rain drizzled, showering over the heads of the two, weaving a tender and intimate picture.
Lan Xin Ai hugged Xi Yemo tightly, his broad shoulders strangely quieting her heart.
"Husband," her voice still carrying the sound of tears.
"Mm, dummy."
"How did you find me?"
The little woman clung tightly to his shoulders.
"With my heart."
