In the ancient Wu family residence, night shrouded the dim bedroom. A solitary lamp gave off a faint light, making the room quiet and mysterious.
"Jinlian, do you love me?"
Dalang's voice was trembling and doubtful, and his eyes were blurred as he looked at his wife, seemingly searching for the elusive true love.
"Da Lang, stop drinking, I love you!"
Jin Lian's voice was gentle and firm, and her eyes shone with sincere emotion. She caressed Dalang's cheek, trying to awaken the resonance deep in his heart.
"No, I don't believe it. How could you love me?"
Dalang's voice revealed pain and self-deprecation, and his eyes were full of confusion and distrust. He couldn't accept that the person he loved so much but was so cold all day long would suddenly respond to his feelings.
"Seriously, stop drinking, you will die! I really love you, Dalang, I can swear it!"
Jinlian's tears fell like rain, and her voice was full of sadness and determination. She is now willing to use her life to express her deep love to Dalang.
