"I can still carry you; how serious could the injury be?" Mu Jin Huan said slowly, just holding her, not making any excessive moves. "Don't move, and I won't feel pain."
In the darkness, warm liquid wetted Nan Wan's eyes.
He healed her, pulled her out from those nightmares that could corrode one's flesh, gave her warmth, gave her herself.
Clearly, they could love each other well.
The voice was very low, almost inaudible, "You're lying to me again."
The moonlight outside the window was faint, and even the light falling into the ward was just dimly bright. The two people embracing on the hospital bed couldn't even see each other's faces clearly.
Yet Mu Jin Huan noticed it immediately, slowly leaned in, warm kisses starting from the forehead, inch by inch moving down, finally stopping on the tear-soaked cheeks, "Don't cry."
Little did he know, these two words would only make Nan Wan's tears fall more fiercely.
