Her melodious voice, like an oriole coming out of the valley, drifted from afar, and as she turned the corner, her figure disappeared.
Xiao Qinghe did not call out to her, but his clear and elegant eyes were filled with helplessness, "No one can stop what my wife wants to do."
"I'll go find her…" Xiao Yishan prepared to get up from the bed with a cold face.
Qinghe spoke softly, "Second brother, don't. If you get up again, your leg will really be crippled, and I believe my wife was not joking. Moreover, if you go after her, she won't come back and will get angry instead."
Yishan listened, and his resolute face was full of worry, "What should we do then?"
Qinghe looked out the open window in the direction she had left, "What can we do other than wait?"
"I'll go find her." Xiao Yuchuan had been sewing clothes for his wife, dropped the embroidery work in his hands, and weakly climbed down from the bed.
