He propped himself up from the bed, pulled her to sit beside him, and personally wiped away all the tears from her face.
"Don't cry, the frequency of the attacks has decreased, it's actually under control, so don't worry. I promise you, I definitely won't die."
For her, he also couldn't bear to die.
Ningyan nodded, "Husband, are you hungry now? Should I warm some porridge for you in the kitchen?"
Fearing that he might be hungry, a small kitchen had been set up here. Although it wasn't comparable to the one in the Zhuo Family, it was completely sufficient for preparing some simple foods.
"No need, I'm not hungry. Look at you, have you not slept at all? Come sleep here."
His bed was somewhat larger than a standard hospital bed, and seeing her like this also pained him.
Ningyan climbed into bed but only took up a small space, "Husband, this is fine, I'm afraid of bumping into you."
"Alright, let's hold hands and sleep. Be obedient, go to sleep now."
