"Xiao Mo, when did you wake up?" The woman looked at the young man sitting cross-legged on the balcony with her bright eyes and asked.
"Hmm, couldn't sleep, so I got up early."
The young man opened his eyes, stood up, and a faint smile appeared on his lips.
"Xiao Mo." Xia Mengdie stood barefoot on the floor, wrapped her arms around Lin Mo's waist, and buried her head in his chest.
A faint fragrance permeated Lin Mo's nose, and Lin Mo paused for a moment before reaching out to hold his wife. "Sorry, Xiao Mo. I haven't been fulfilling my duties as a wife," Xia Mengdie said somewhat self-reproachfully.
"Why say such things?"
Lin Mo gently stroked his wife's soft hair with his palm, a slight smile on his lips.
"My illness has always been like this, I can't give you children, and although your mom hasn't said it directly, I know she wants grandchildren," Xia Mengdie said, her cheeks reddening, her voice as soft as a mosquito.
