Watching his spouse casually say such words that don't seem like sweet talk,
the old man's heart seemed to be suddenly gripped hard by a hand.
His eyes turned red instantly, with such a wife, what more could a husband desire?
He no longer tried to persuade her; his wife's attitude had already made everything clear.
He knew very well, if he spoke further, his spouse would insist on going out together.
The old woman slowly held the old man's hand, just like the years when their feelings were hidden.
In the open fields, the sun was setting in the west.
A self that was wooden, afraid to express inner feelings, yet she took the initiative to hold his hand.
His eyes turned red, tightly clasping her hand in return.
Time seemed to thicken.
A glance that lasts a lifetime.
The exchange of glances, those raging typhoons outside, flying trees and zombies, sand and stones, seemed to count for nothing.
