The woman, watching Betsy run, was so exhausted that she sat down on the ground, shaking her hand and saying, "I can't do it, I'm too tired. We can't catch up, she's already run up the mountain. The mountain is so big, who knows where she's run to, it's not easy to chase after her!"
Hearing the woman say this, the man frowned and could only stare helplessly at the mountain.
The mountain was covered in weeds, and nothing could be seen.
The man sat down beside the woman, with a furrowed brow.
The two of them sat on the ground, the woman giving the man a disgusted look as she muttered complains.
The man remained silent, thinking that if the beautiful young woman ran away and his wife ran away too, he would truly become a lonely man.
"You're so incompetent; you can't even catch a woman! You deserve to have no descendants!" The woman's anger grew, not only at Betsy for running away, but also at her husband for actually agreeing to her earlier request.
