"I'll get you a cup of ginger sugar water, then you can have a good sleep." Leng Yan covered her navel with her pajamas and got out of bed to put on his shoes, but his hand was suddenly grabbed by her.
"Are you feeling sorry for me?"
Wen Nuan gently asked, her face pressed tightly against his back.
Leng Yan was startled.
Yes, feeling sorry...
Hearing her weak voice on the phone, his heart was wrenched. He thought it was just his kind nature, just like three years ago. But when he went to several pharmacies in a row and found them all closed, the sense of anxiety seemed to clarify something that had always been vague. It was only when he found a 24-hour pharmacy that this feeling eased a bit, yet he still didn't dare to relax.
"You're my wife. Of course, I feel sorry for you."
His heart was a bit confused; he wanted to love but was afraid to love. In the end, he vaguely said a sentence, pinching her cheeks, "Lie down well, I'll go get the water."
