Xian Zihao had rushed to save herself without thinking about his injuries. Facing such a good and loving Xian Zihao, Jiang Ruolan couldn't help but feel ashamed for a moment.
He had personally witnessed those shameful scenes when she was pressed on the bed by those men. It had stung her heart.
'Forgive me, Xian Zihao, for you to have such a disorganized wife, yet you were so unaffected and still caring about me. I'm not worth your affection.'
***
As soon as Jiang Ruolan stepped out of the bathroom, a glass of hot milk was served to her.
"Drink this milk first. It will help to calm your nerves."
Jiang Ruolan looked up at Xian Zihao and saw the care in his eyes.
Once he said she was a hedgehog.
Once he said that she could cry in his arms.
Once he said they could try to love each other,
Once he said she was his wife, now and ever.
