"Honey, you're finally back."
Xiaoxiao almost flew over, her whole body lunging toward Yang Ming as he jumped off the carriage. She really missed him so much, she realized her dependence on Yang Ming was even stronger than she thought.
Yang Ming caught his wife in his arms, and the two of them embraced tightly in the courtyard under everyone's gaze. He missed her a lot too.
"Honey, I missed you to death."
Xiaoxiao has always been like this; she needs to express her feelings of missing him.
"Honey, how have you been these days? I was worried sick."
"It's all those stupid soldiers' fault, keeping us from leaving and delaying us for so long."
"This lousy place, let's never come back again."
"..."
"..."
Xiaoxiao kept complaining in Yang Ming's arms, voicing her grievances and dissatisfaction, but in Yang Ming's ears, all he felt was heartache. He finally saw his wife again, heard her voice again, and he, too, was dependent on his wife.
"Wife, I missed you too."
