After Wang the witch had left, Yang Ming spoke in a hoarse voice, "Dad, everyone please go out. I want to be with her properly these few days."
"Ah, we'll all leave, no one will disturb you," Yang's father replied sadly, leading everyone out the door.
Once everyone had left, Yang Ming sat beside his wife. He felt a sense of desolation; despite the recent tumult, his wife remained unmoved, giving him the ominous feeling that she might never wake again.
He clenched his fists tightly and pounded the bed with all his might until his bitter emotions finally erupted.
Holding his wife, he began to weep bitterly, "Whoo-whoo."
It's said that a man does not easily shed tears unless he is deeply hurt. At this moment, Yang Ming, holding his wife, released all his pent-up emotions.
His mind raced like a fast-moving slide show, reliving every moment with her.
In their wedding chamber, he had only caught a brief glimpse of her, not recognizing his wife in a sudden encounter in town.
