Hold My Tear, I’m Getting My Wife Back!

On a leisurely holiday.

Against the vast snowy landscape, Curtis' tall and handsome figure stood out strikingly.

Betty inherited his athletic prowess flawlessly, her small figure moving freely across the snow.

At just two years old, little Danny spent half an hour just learning to stand steady on his snowboard. Joy watched her son fall repeatedly, hardly able to bear the sight. "This athletic ability definitely didn't come from me."

Leanne finally felt a bit of solace, seeing she wasn't the only one prone to tumbling.

"He's only two, don't be so hard on him."

Joy, munching on sunflower seeds, retorted, "And you're thirty-two, how come your athletic skills are still lacking?"

Leanne, expressionless, turned away, "At thirty-two, you spilled Coke on Austin's laptop and let your son take the fall for it."

Just then, Austin emerged from the kitchen, Joy coughing violently in an attempt to drown out Leanne's words.

sliced fruit

in mock agony, exclaimed, "Who betrayed

Caught your whole act and how you sneakily got your

Joy to pounce in feigned anger, "Yeah, laugh it up,

noon, Coach Curtis returned with his two young trainees. Leanne, wrapping herself in a

carrying the children's snowboards and following leisurely

bright voice cut through the snow-filled

waved back with

to its nest, hurried towards her mother's

her run, Danny followed suit, his little legs barely making two steps

clicked his tongue, picking him

by the collar like a toy, he carried him all the way to the

the chill

Search,

stepped onto the and Leanne helped brush

sw belongs

as Leanne