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.
She raised her hand and latched onto Yang Ming’s arm, saying with a smile, "Walking this way will be faster, without holding on, I’m afraid I’ll fall."
Feeling his wife’s arm tighten around his, Yang Ming only felt his heart tremble once again, his wife was actively getting close to him, "Yeah, hold on to me."
Only then did their pace pick up, Xiaoxiao, arm in Yang Ming’s, felt in high spirits, as if they were a couple; so, this was what it felt like to have her boyfriend’s arm around her, "Husband, let me sing you a song."
"Yeah." Yang Ming felt his wife’s mood was especially good today; was it because she was looking better? She indeed looked very beautiful.
"Ahem." Xiaoxiao cleared her throat, "The song’s name is ’Little Luck’."
"I hear raindrops falling on the green grass, I hear the distant class bell chime, but I do not hear your voice calling out my name earnestly..."
Xiaoxiao’s singing voice echoed along the country lane, and Yang Ming felt the sound was incredibly beautiful; some of the lyrics were even more so, how could his wife think of such beautiful lines, to meet you was such luck, he really did feel very fortunate.
At his wife’s inquiry, Yang Ming came back to his senses, "It’s nice."
"To encounter you was such good fortune... you’re the luck I wish to keep the most, the words to this song are written so well," Xiaoxiao marveled.
"..." Initially, Yang Ming got excited, thinking his wife was talking about him, only to realize it was the song lyrics, but indeed the lyrics were beautifully written, "Yeah, you wrote it very well."
"..." This was a big misunderstanding – she hadn’t written them, okay!
The two walked a bit more, and this time Xiaoxiao truly felt tired and couldn’t walk any further. She wanted to stop, and this time Yang Ming wasn’t so slow to catch on. He stopped in front of her and crouched down, "Come on, I’ll carry you."
"..." Eh? What was her usually unperceptive husband thinking, finally getting it?
In the past, she would have never allowed herself to be carried when she was unaware of her feelings, but times had changed, and this was a good opportunity, Xiaoxiao climbed straight onto Yang Ming’s back.
Yang Ming felt over the moon, his wife looked so good today, and she let him hold her, let him carry her; when had they stopped maintaining a distance of two meters from each other?
Xiaoxiao, being carried, was absolutely thrilled; this wasn’t her initiating it, he offered to carry her, she laid on Yang Ming’s shoulder, rubbing and nuzzling from time to time, finding the most comfortable position.
Yang Ming, feeling the constant nuzzling, felt as if there was a fire burning inside; he really wanted to reach home fast.