"Feeling sleepy? Rest a little longer." Tang Anzhi looked at his weak appearance, her voice suddenly softened. "I'll be right here with you!" She held his hand, assuring him of her constant presence.
Half an hour had passed since he woke up, and his mind needed proper rest.
To Huangfu Zheng, these were the most enchanting words of love, feeling enveloped by a pink bubble, its tingly warmth overtaking the pain in his body. He gazed affectionately at his wife, thinking that life's greatest happiness comes at the moment I love her, and she loves me back.
Huangfu Zheng wanted to talk more with his wife, but he indeed was tired, his eyes struggling to stay open due to the medication. This feeling of weakness was truly distressing for him.
Helplessly glancing at his wife and sensing her soft hand, he closed his eyes, and his breathing steadied. With her by his side, there was a sense of peace, the familiar scent allowing him to relax completely.
