Another voice stubbornly said, "I just want to know why Third Brother can’t forget about the durian."
Shujun couldn’t help but laugh and cry, "The basket I bought from the mountain is almost crushed by your kneeling, and yet you still like to tell such lies."
Shujun sent Yixuan back to his room. He looked at Little Liu, drenched, and thought to himself.
In his heart, he probably felt uncomfortable too, right?
"Forget it, if this can make you feel a bit better, I have nothing more to say. But health is important; don’t do this again next ti."
Yixuan was montarily dazed, and then he recalled the conversation he had with his wife a few days ago when she woke up.
He knew that he wasn’t a likable person, but this personality seed to be innate, or perhaps caused by childhood, and now it has beco fixed. He let out a bitter smile and sighed lightly, "The wife has been sleeping every day, and there’s no news from Yun Ge. Third Brother should check on the wife; I just brewed so soup. Let Third Brother feed her a bit. She’s lost quite a bit of weight recently."
Shujun glanced at him. The wife’s condition was worrying him too, but he also noticed that Yixuan had lost weight. "Look on the bright side, if she gets angry with you, it ans there’s still hope, otherwise she wouldn’t care. If she truly didn’t care, she wouldn’t bother with you at all."
Shujun saw through it clearly, and Yixuan was taken aback for a mont, then responded with a "Hmm," "I understand."
He felt a little lighter in his heart.
Indeed, where there is no love, there’s hardness; if there’s no emotion, one wouldn’t care, whether joy, anger, sorrow, or rage. Willingness to be angry and to lose temper is because one cares.
Shujun left Yixuan’s room; the environnt on the mountain was rather simple, and the house wasn’t in great condition, just barely livable. When Shujun ca to the wife’s room, he saw that she was already awake. His eyes lit up, and he walked over with large strides, "Are you feeling better?"
Dong Huiying groggily responded, "I slept very poorly."
"The good thing is you’re not bleeding anymore."
He took off his shoes, lifted the quilt, and slipped into her bed.
He hugged her tightly, "Xiao Hui, you must get better!"
Burying her face in his chest, she seed like an optimist, but in reality, there was deep-seated unease in her heart.
Her state was too abnormal, always sleeping, lacking energy, and only waking up every few days, and even then for a very short ti.
These days, she lay quietly on the bed because she was unconscious, and she didn’t even know to chew in her sleep, so the only thing to do was feed her so soup and broth. Actually, he was really afraid inside.
"You must get better, you have to get better..."
He would rather she be out and about like before, even if they lived apart, as long as she was well, he could endure anything.
He really did not want to see her with such a weary and sickly face; it hurt his heart, and he couldn’t help, so he just stewed in his own anger, worrying silently.
How he regretted not learning more when he needed it; if he was like Yun Ge, if he were a "Doctor," could he have helped her?
What’s good about business? No matter how big the business, it’s not worth as much as two ounces of dicinal herbs.
Dong Huiying gently patted his back, "I’m fine, it’s just that my head feels heavy."
He sniffed, then smiled and lifted his head, "Yixuan made soup, I’ll go get so."
He quickly got out of bed, grabbed a food box, and hurried back. Inside the box, in addition to soup, there were also light porridge and small dishes.
She had slept for so long, and upon waking, might not have a good appetite, unable to eat anything too greasy, so light food was better.
But when Shujun returned, he saw that she had fallen asleep again.
His face froze.
The blood in his body felt like it had gone cold...
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