As an ordinary hunter, I live a comfortable life. I've got enough to eat and warm clothes, and my bed stays warm even without a wife.
I've always lived freely here.
Until my wife showed up.
Where did my wife come from?
She won't say.
What does my wife want?
She stays silent.
I'm willing to take care of my wife for the rest of my life!
Is this what scholars call love at first sight? I can't tell anymore. But when my wife sits there quietly, looking so sad, my heart aches too. I feel awful!
I've seen plenty of pretty women.
I never wanted to take a wife.
But my wife is different.
How is she different?
The rough hunter tosses and turns all night, thinking.
He wants to ask if his wife would be willing to stay. She doesn't have to marry him, either. He just doesn't want her to be sad anymore. He thinks that if she can be happy, he might finally be able to sleep.
He thinks it over and over, and finally speaks.
His wife smiles and says
Then you have to treat me well.
I, I will!
P.S. A super short story. A humble, devoted, rough hunter X a gentle young lady fallen on hard times.
Theme: If you love someone, you have to treat her well!
