"I'm not sure," Gu Junzhu bit her finger, "Your body hasn't fully recovered yet. Let's wait a few more days, when your wounds heal a bit more, I'll accompany you."
Ye Xingbei said, "I think I'm fine."
Gu Junzhu smiled, "There's one kind of 'not fine', and that's when your husband thinks you're not fine."
Ye Xingbei: "..."
Gu Junzhu pinched her cheeks, "Honey, what Ye Xinglan and I said, wasn't just to provoke him, there is some truth to it. Your uncle is barely hanging on to life, if you go and tell him that you forgive him, his last wish will be fulfilled and he might just drop dead on the spot."
Ye Xingbei: "...So, you're saying I can't tell him I've forgiven him?"
"Exactly," said Gu Junzhu. "When you go, you should tell him that you won't forgive him until he atones for his sins through his actions. That way, he will struggle to wake up, hoping for a chance to make it up to you."
