Xiao Qinghe's eyelids fluttered, and he had just awakened.
He opened his eyes and saw Su Qingyue sitting on the edge of the bed, murmuring, "Wife… "
His throat was dry, and his voice was very hoarse.
Gazing at her stunningly beautiful face, it seemed as though he was dreaming, he whispered softly, "Wife, am I dreaming? I thought I would never see you again… "
Hearing him address her in that way, a flash of displeasure crossed her face, "You're awake."
He noticed her displeasure and, hearing her icy voice, knew he wasn't dead. A touch of melancholy filled his elegant eyes. Waking up and seeing her, his heart was still extraordinarily joyful, "Have you… been here taking care of me the whole time?"
"You're disappointed," she responded coldly. "I've just arrived."
A bitter smile spread across his lips, "Wife, it's really good to see you again."
Her look grew stern, "Qinghe, I am your third sister-in-law."
