With every step he climbed, he called out, "Wife..."
She stood not far behind him, listening to his calls that sounded like someone on the verge of death.
A mix of compassion and sorrow deeply spread in her heart.
Seeing him struggle to climb, she remembered his brilliant smile in ordinary days.
She remembered his neatly-cleaned white teeth shining brightly when he smiled.
She remembered how he always provoked her anger with his teasing smiles, making her teeth itch with anger.
He was always flirtatious, and she had always thought he was an unreliable scoundrel. He either angered her with his cheap talk or pleased other women. Otherwise, why would so many women in the village like him?
But never had she imagined him like this...
As if he would die trying to find her.
As if he would use his last breath just to see her.
As if in his heart, nothing was more important than her...
She paused for a moment, then hurriedly ran up and shouted, "Xiao Yuchuan!"
