His love nourished her body and soul. The process of recovery was more cruel than what she had ever read in fiction. For Yang Xinyu, it was a pain he endured every hour, an every hour battle where he could not afford to lose hope.
Wu Lina saw the novel 'Pride and Prejudice' on the bedside table. "Were you reading that?"
He nodded.
"Did you like it?"
"I love it. I love you."
She looked up at him and saw the pain in his eyes. Bringing her hand to his face, she said, "Don't be so worried. I am fine."
He hugged her tighter. "My world stopped, Wu Lina, when I saw you lying unconscious here. I can't forgive myself for putting you in this situation. I could never imagine mother would pull this act. She was never this vicious. I am sorry, baby," he said softly.
She stroked his hair and then brought her finger to his lips to say, 'Shush…" and went back to his warm chest, her home.
