But the road was really dark, and difficult to navigate, relying solely on the moonlight, they could barely make out the path under their feet, so the two of them didn't walk quickly.
"Wife, are you tired?" Yang Ming had already slowed his pace, but seeing that his wife was still having difficulty keeping up, it seemed like she was about to fall behind.
"Not tired." She just felt it was too dark, and the path uneven, afraid of falling, which was why she was so slow.
"Let's walk slower." Yang Ming thought it best to slow down even more, so his wife could keep up, and that way, she wouldn't be so tired.
"..." Xiaoxiao was speechless at his words, couldn't he be a bit more sensitive and let her lean on him? What a blockhead – where had his earlier courage to carry her gone?
After walking a bit further, Xiaoxiao felt this pace was not sustainable; at this rate, they'd take forever to reach home.
