How could he not understand?
Every day, every minute, every second he was away from her, it felt like a lifetime.
If he didn't have the determination and the desire to return to her side, how could he have survived in such a brutal tribe?
"You're talking nonsense again." He lightly patted her back, "You're not allowed to say that unlucky word. We're going to live long healthy lives. In our old age, I want to be your crutch."
The sweet potato soup bubbling away in the pot, Amo turned off the stove and returned to her side, "Stay here, I'll get your slippers."
When he came back, he held a pair of cute bunny slippers.
It was autumn, and winter was approaching. Wearing these soft and fluffy slippers kept her warm.
Watching Amo, who had straightened up, she felt a warmth in her heart.
Amo's broad hand rested on her head, gently ruffling her hair.
"From now on, don't run around barefoot."
"I know." She snuggled her face into his hand, "I was just in a rush today."
