Xiaoxiao, heedless of her bare body, clasped her husband tightly with her arms, fearing he would fall to the ground, and kept calling out, "Husband, husband..."
Yang Ming, roused by his wife's calls, opened his weary, drooping eyelids and said softly, "Wife, I am all right."
He was just too tired. Learning that his wife wouldn't leave again, he finally relaxed his tense nerves. Heaving a great sigh of relief, his body could no longer hold up.
He propped up his exhausted body and stood up, still speaking words of concern, "Wife, come out quickly, I will help you dry off. It's too cold like this; you could easily get sick."
Moved to tears by these words, Xiaoxiao's eyes instantly brimmed with tears. He was so worn out, yet he was still thinking about her. How could she not love such a kind husband? She truly loved him so much.
