Qin Yin was held tightly by her, with her head buried in his arms. It seemed he was worried she might be cold, so he actually unclasped his clothes and wrapped her inside, then continued to hold her tightly as he walked on.
His feet were very cold, the cotton socks on them already soaked through, and his feet were numb, but he seemed completely unaware as he carried Qin Yin forward continuously.
"Nan Sichen..." Qin Yin murmured, her head nestled in his arms, tears silently flowing, warming his shirt and seeping into his skin, causing his heart to tremble.
"Don't cry," he said, walking with effort.
"Why are you so good to me?" Qin Yin asked gloomily.
"Because you are my wife."
"Just because I'm your wife?"
"Because I love you!"
Nan Sichen finally said it once again, and Qin Yin reached out to hold him tightly, "I love you too, Nan Sichen, I love you too!"
