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.

the sliced

agony, exclaimed, "Who betrayed

security cam in the living room, remember? Caught your whole act and how you sneakily got your half-asleep son to take

incited Joy to pounce in feigned anger, "Yeah, laugh

their playful scuffle, they reconciled, and by noon, Coach Curtis returned with his two young trainees. Leanne, wrapping herself in a cashmere shawl, went to greet them at the door.

the children's snowboards and following leisurely behind them, exuded a sense of

afar, Betty's bright voice cut

waved back

eager to return to its nest, hurried towards

little legs barely making

his tongue, picking him up as he

all the way to the

the chill of

Search,

the and Leanne helped

sw belongs

shoes and ran inside, and as Leanne was about to turn back, her