"Six hundred?!" Primrose almost cried on the spot. Her legs were already trembling with every single step, so how in the world was she supposed to climb six hundred more?
She had thought they had already climbed nearly eight hundred steps, but it turned out, they hadn't even made it halfway.
She wiped the sweat from her forehead, torn between continuing her suffering or just begging her husband to turn back.
"What if we just go back down?" Edmund gently rubbed her back, his eyes filled with worry as he noticed she could barely stand upright anymore. "I think this is really too much for you."
Primrose didn't answer right away. Her whole body was screaming. Her lungs burned, her knees wobbled with every step, and it felt like even her heartbeat was tired.
She was exhausted, truly exhausted, but when she looked up and saw Edmund's face, she just couldn't bring herself to say yes.
Because in his eyes, she saw more than just worry.
