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

agony, exclaimed, "Who

security cam in the living room, remember? Caught your whole act and how

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

Leanne, wrapping herself in a cashmere shawl, went to greet them at the door. Betty,

snowboards and following leisurely

Leanne from afar, Betty's bright voice cut through

waved back with

bird eager to return to

followed suit, his little legs barely making two steps before tumbling into the

clicked his tongue, picking him

toy, he carried him all the way to

with him the chill of

Search,

the and Leanne helped brush the

sw belongs

kids kicked off their shoes and ran inside, and as Leanne was about to turn back, her wrist was