Yu Tingwan didn't want to laugh.
The girl's shoulders shook, and she tried hard to hold it in.
Then she stomped her foot.
It's been a long time since she had spoken words of affection.
Yu Tingwan felt that she had been too lax these days.
It really was inappropriate.
She spoke softly, "Does your chest still hurt, my husband? Thinking about the immense pain you've endured, it pains my heart greatly."
As she spoke, she even nodded her head a bit.
Wei Zhao was silent for a moment, "Hasn't my wound healed long ago?"
Yu Tingwan: "That doesn't matter."
Wei Zhao: ...
I get it now.
Things that could be said have been mostly said.
She had run out of words.
But she still wanted to show it.
Yu Tingwan tried her best, reaching out to hold Wei Zhao's face.
"Let me take a look."
Wei Zhao let her move as she wished.
To cooperate with Yu Tingwan, he even leaned down slightly.
"What do you see?"
