Song Qinghuan pouted, choking out a sentence: "... It's my fault, you're injured, and I'm still mad at you..."
Shi Yuhuan's breath caught in his throat, he looked down and kissed her lips: "Of course not, it's my fault. I didn't give you enough security, otherwise you wouldn't be worrying about all sorts of things, right?"
He kissed her eyes and helped Song Qinghuan into bed: "It's late, go to sleep."
Song Qinghuan held his hand, pulling him down beside her: "I'm not sleepy, you sleep. You came from so far away, you must be tired. Sleep, I'll watch you, I'll wake you up when it's time."
Shi Yuhuan cracked a smile and closed his eyes.
Song Qinghuan's voice, soft as a whisper, lingered in his ears like a gentle light: "Good night!To my wonderful husband who was apparently wealthy, but in reality owned nothing before he met me, and now owns the whole world after meeting me."
Her warm words seemed to melt his heart.
