Zhuo Junyue nodded. After she left the room, he lay down and gently covered his chest.
He was fully aware of how severe his injuries were this time.
For the sake of being able to accompany his wife and children better in the future, he didn't force himself to tough it out.
Even when he arrived at the front door of their house, he was carried from the car.
During the time he was unconscious, he often felt like he wouldn't make it.
But whenever Su Ningyan's face flashed before his eyes, he knew he couldn't leave her. Not even death could take him away.
He endured through it. Now, after talking for so long, he felt utterly exhausted.
Su Ningyan walked out and heard laughter coming from the older son's room.
She went inside and saw her eldest son had just finished bathing and changed into clean clothes.
"Mom, Big Brother looks a lot like Little Brother, but Big Brother seems a bit thinner."
