He Muchen looked at his wife, Zhou Rui, who was tugging at his clothes and yawning. His eyes were full of heartache. He squatted down and said, "Wife, climb on my back. I'll carry you."
"No need, I can walk by myself."
"Honey, are you sure you can do it?"
“Of course!” Zhou Rui strode forward, with He Muchen pushing the luggage behind him.
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Zhou Rui, who had caught up on sleep on the plane, was full of energy after getting off the plane. He took out his phone and started snapping photos, wanting to record every moment with He Muchen.
They checked into the guesthouse, chose their rooms, and put away their luggage. The production team then distributed funds to them for the three-day, two-night event.
Someone suggested going out to buy groceries and cooking at home, so the group went to the supermarket together. He Muchen held Zhou Rui's hand as they strolled through the supermarket.
One of the guests' wives, who had come to the supermarket with them to buy groceries, sighed, "Ah! It was so much better when we were dating!"
The woman's husband, standing awkwardly to the side, said, "Honey, isn't marriage a good thing?"
The female guest, holding her husband's hand, asked, "Do we still feel anything when we hold hands?"
"Yes, honey, don't you have one too?"
The female guest sighed deeply and said, "I don't feel anything..."
He Muchen overheard their conversation and wondered if, over time, his wife would lose feelings for him.
He asked Zhou Rui, sounding aggrieved, "Wife, you won't lose feelings for me after a while, will you?"
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I don't even know what this chapter is about. I wrote it in a daze, so you'll have to read it in a daze too. ╯︿╰
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