Yang Ming fed his wife porridge, noticing her clothes were soaked, he changed her into another outfit.
Then, he sat there repeatedly changing the cloth on her forehead, hoping she would get better soon.
This repetitive action continued until evening.
Seeing his wife still asleep with no signs of waking up, Yang Ming became frantic.
Sitting there, his eyes were bloodshot, and he was on the brink of tears.
His heart was tinged with some resentment.
He resented himself for not bringing more people; if he had, they wouldn't have encountered danger repeatedly.
He resented himself for not learning martial arts from a young age; if his skills were better, he wouldn't have let his wife be frightened like this in dangerous situations.
He even held some resentment towards leaving Little Liufu; if it weren't for the child, they might still be living their simple life in Yang Family Village, without these troubles.
