She was still shy.
So she came up with a lot of excuses for herself.
"We'll go to the hospital for a check-up," said Bai Muchuan, "also—"
He turned to look at her head that she rested on his shoulder. "Nobody here will say anything about you. I can guarantee that. You had tried your best to survive for the past few days. Which one of them is as courageous as you? Well… If you don't want to look at their faces, just close your eyes, alright?"
Right after he finished his sentence, he started to cough again.
Xiang Wan felt bad when she heard his coughing.
"You're still unwell. You'll feel uncomfortable if you carry me. Bai Muchuan, put me down…"
"Cough! Cough, cough…" Bai Muchuan laughed as he coughed, squeezing her calf, unhappy about what she just said. "I'm not a man if I can't carry my wife on my back simply because I coughed a few times. Besides, for a man, the most satisfying thing is to carry his wife on his back."
