Ma Lei's words made Zhao Dimei smile even more beautifully, but she patted Ma Lei's back and said, "No, you can't be the one making decisions for this family yet."
"Come back after retirement, we still have plenty of time."
Zhao Dimei retreated from Ma Lei's embrace, her somewhat rough fingers touching Ma Lei's face.
"As long as you're there, it's enough."
Ma Lei, a rough man, had tears glistening at the corner of his eyes. He took Zhao Dimei's hand, wiping his eyes with his arm.
"Wife, this time listen to me. Every time you've given in for me, it's not right."
Ma Lei seemed to have opened a can of words, speaking to Zhao Dimei: "I was cultivating, while you worked outside, farming for others to support me. I decided to join the army, and you stayed home alone. When I came back injured, you tirelessly cared for me day and night. Finally, you followed me to a school you didn't like; I know you felt uncomfortable. I know it all, but I selfishly kept you there."
