Chapter 934: Chapter 935: Praying to Gods and Buddha 2
Li Tingyan, with his strong physique, carried Nianyang on his back as he briskly ascended the mountain. But no matter how strong he was, climbing steep stairs while carrying someone became increasingly strenuous.
Many tourists around reached halfway and feared the heights and steepness, opting for a shortcut along the mountain path instead.
A few elderly tourists watched with bated breath as Li Tingyan continued to climb higher with someone on his back.
"Young man, you should let your partner walk on her own!"
"Yes, it’s too dangerous. One careless step and you might fall."
"Regardless, you’ve made it this far. You’re almost at the top. Take the mountain path, the Buddha won’t mind."
Li Tingyan adjusted Nianyang’s position and, slightly out of breath, said,
"Thank you for the advice, but I’m not giving up."
Seeing Li Tingyan persistently climbing upwards, almost in a straight line, everyone shook their heads and sighed—after all, they had said their piece, and any mishap wouldn’t be their responsibility.
So they left him alone, each going their separate ways.
"Nini, look how high we’ve come now, isn’t the distant view beautiful?"
As Li Tingyan walked steadily, he chatted with Nianyang, regardless of the fact she couldn’t hear or respond.
"Nini, what do you say to us coming to climb a mountain like this every year?"
"You always complained that I spent too little time with you. I’ve reflected on it, and it’s all my fault. From now on, I’ll spend more time with you. Once you’re better, we’ll make up for the honeymoon—I’ll take you to see the ocean."
"Rest assured, I’ll carry you and not let you tire, until I’m too old to walk."
"Nini, if you don’t say anything, I’ll take it as you agreeing."
Finally, they reached the summit. The tourists who saw Li Tingyan actually carry someone all the way up were extremely impressed. This man’s stamina was indeed admirable, like that of a soldier.
The Chu and Li families were slower and hadn’t arrived yet. Li Tingyan set Nianyang down and opened their bag, taking out a towel to wipe her sweat.
"Young man, you carried your partner up here; you should be wiping your own sweat,"
a tourist couldn’t help but interject, noticing Li Tingyan’s hair was drenched in sweat.
Li Tingyan didn’t respond, silently wiping Nianyang’s face and neck. It was summer, and the high temperature made anyone sweat without doing much.
Nini loved cleanliness and couldn’t stand even a little sweat.
He delicately wiped away Nianyang’s fine sweat and then, unbothered, used the towel to wipe his own face.
The tourist looked puzzled, "Why isn’t your partner speaking? Is she... not right in the head?"
Li Tingyan looked over, realizing the person was merely curious and not malicious, and explained earnestly, "She’s not my partner, she’s my wife. My wife isn’t mentally challenged, she’s just temporarily ignoring me."
"I’m sorry, I was wrong,"
the tourist quickly apologized, feeling he had been disrespectful.
Li Tingyan said nothing more, only lowered his head to fetch water, carefully feeding it to Nianyang, a smile at the corner of his mouth,
"It’s fine, my wife will forgive me, she’ll get better."
So she’s ill, he thought.
This man is truly devoted.
The tourist, secretly moved, was an overseas Photographer visiting, and found this moment so romantic that he discreetly captured it. Little did he know, this spontaneous shot would later win him first place in the upcoming international photography competition.
But that’s another story, so let’s not mention it for now.
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Chapter 7.
