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With every step he climbed, he called out, âWifeâ¦â
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 thisâ¦
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 herâ¦
She paused for a moment, then hurriedly ran up and shouted, âXiao Yuchuan!â Upon hearing her shout, he stiffened.
He turned to look back at her, then, his body lying on the ground, he lost his grip and rolled down the hillside.
Thankfully, Su Qingyue had quick reflexes and immediately rushed forward to stop his rolling body. She grabbed and pulled him toward the side of the muddy path, leaning against the side of the mountain. Only then was his body stabilized.
His face was ashen and lifeless, but when he saw her, his eyes lit up, âWife, is that you?â
âYes.â She nodded.
âFinally, I found youâ¦â He uttered weakly, then relaxed, his eyelids drooping as if about to close.
She thought he had passed out and hurriedly placed her hand on his wrist to check his pulse.
However, the heavy rain and water splashing on their hands made it impossible for her to feel his pulse clearly.
âXiao Yuchuan, donât you dare die!â she shouted anxiously.
âNot dead yetâ¦just feeling faintâ¦â He spoke groggily. Her face darkened, âIf youâre feeling faint, then stop talkingâ¦â
âIâm about to faintâ¦â
âThen hurry up and faint.â
She wiped the rain off her face and put the shoe she had picked up onto him.
âWifeâ¦lâm done forâ¦â His voice was filled with anguish.
She instinctively asked, âAre you about to die?â
âNoâ¦â He said miserably, âMy face is ruinedâ¦â
She glanced at his face, which was covered in mud. The rain had washed away some of the mud, revealing a deep gash on his right cheek, âYour right cheek is indeed ruined.â He looked like he was about to cry, âWife, donâtâ¦â
âDonât what?â
âDonât leave meâ¦â
âStop worrying about nonsense!â She tried to put his shoe on his foot, but it wouldnât fit.
Her forceful efforts hurt his foot, and he weakly asked, âWife, whose shoe are you trying to put on me?â
âYours.â She replied.
He shrank his foot back, âWife, this isnât my shoeâ¦â âBut your shoe has a patch⦠I recognize it.â
âMy shoe fell down the hill.â He complained. n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om
âBut I clearly recognized your shoeâ¦â
âAs you can see, the shoe you gave me is too smallâ¦â
â She was speechless. It really wasnât his shoe. She didnât know whose smelly shoe it belonged to. Angrily, she threw the shoe away, and it flew into the distance.
He was close to tears before fainting, âWife, Iâm almost dying, and youâre still trying to put someone elseâs shoe on meâ¦â
âWhat does it matter if I put someone elseâs shoe on you?â She said calmly, âAt least I didnât put a green hat on you..â