Under the worried look of Xie Limo, Yun Bixue pointed at the dishes on the table. "Oh, no! The food is cold now. We've forgotten to eat."
Xie Limo let out a sigh of relief. He was wondering what it was, but this gasp from Yun Bixue dispersed the tense atmosphere in the room.
"Xue, it's fine if it gets cold. I will go and heat these up."
"No, I will do it. You must be tired, so take a rest." As Yun Bixue said that, she brought the dishes back into the kitchen to reheat.
Xie Limo sat outside at the table as he listened to Yun Bixue, who was humming a tune under her breath, while she heated the dishes.
He couldn't help his softening expression as he chuckled softly.
His wife had an optimistic bone in her. Otherwise, how could she remain kind and determined after going through so much when she was young?
The burden and heaviness in his heart vanished completely as he became caught in her pace.
