Nan Fei sat in the back, knowing he must be thinking of Huo Dongfeng and Yuan Xueshan, and her heart ached for him. She quietly stretched out her hand and patted his now slender shoulder, coaxingly saying, "Bei Jiang, don't be sad! The painful things will pass. We should look forward, and I'll always be with you."
Huo Beijiang caught her hand on his shoulder with his own, gripped it tightly, then intertwined their fingers. Her hands were delicate and soft, his warm and solid, both with traces of calluses. As he held hers, he gently caressed her palm, sending thrilling currents through her.
"Yes! Wife, don't worry, when our kids are born, I'll definitely love each one." Huo Beijiang pledged his loyalty in time.
"It's too early for that!" She couldn't have children yet, she had to at least wait until after graduating from university.
Huo Beijiang looked at his wife through the rearview mirror with a look of grievance, although what she said was true, it still made him unhappy.
