Mother Lin spoke, her eyes shimmering with unshed tears, as if she had been transported back to the time when she had just married Lin Lao'er.
Lin Lao'er watched his wife, his own eyes welling up with tears. "Yes, Yun," he said, his voice choked with emotion. "In the blink of an eye, I've been washing your feet for decades. But I feel like I haven't done it enough."
As he spoke, Lin Lao'er felt a pang of nostalgia mixed with unease. Ever since he had been injured, he hadn't been able to wash his wife's feet for several months. It wasn't that he couldn't, but Mother Lin had insisted that he rest and recover, forbidding him from doing so.
To him, this was not a cause for celebration. Having done this for decades, the sudden cessation left him feeling anxious and restless. He longed for a swift recovery so he could resume washing his wife's feet.