Xiao Yuchuan stepped out of the room and saw his wife's thin and frail figure in the yard, his heart ached. He walked up behind her and whispered softly, "Wife..."
She turned around, her gaze gently resting upon him, "Has Fourth Brother taken his medicine?"
"He took the medicine and drank the porridge as well."
"That's good." She didn't know what to say to Third Brother.
He hugged her tightly, his body trembling slightly, "Wife, I can't lose you—I can't!"
She lifted her head to look at his handsome, albeit slightly pale, face. Third Brother always shone brightly, but his thoughts were very detailed. He was bold and smart, never fearing anything.
Yet he was so afraid of losing her.
She reached out to caress his face, "Who said you are going to lose me?"
He almost wished to meld her into his very bones, "Wife, you are too outstanding, too wonderful. I am always anxious, truly afraid you'll disappear one day."
