He Teng gently lifted his hand and placed it on He Zhilan's head as she lay on the hospital bed, watching him. It didn't take much effort for him to lay his big palm on her head, and softly play with her soft hair, "I'm glad you're happy."
The hospital at night is undoubtedly a uniquely quiet place. Barring any emergencies, the nurses on duty don't scurry around aimlessly, and there are hardly any footsteps echoing through the halls.
He Teng couldn't help but sigh inwardly. If it weren't for his injury, he would love nothing more than to hold his radiant, smiling wife in his arms.
Yes, seeing her smile made him happy. Gazing at her joyful face made him feel that it was the most beautiful thing in the world.
Indeed, it was the smile of his wife, Zhilan.
Unfortunately, he was just an injured man who, aside from moving his head a bit, struggled to even lift a hand. Even worse, he needed assistance for even the most basic physiological needs.
