Lu Ming wished he could bear all the suffering Yiren had undergone. He could endure all the pain she had to bear for the surgery.
He ached for her wholeheartedly. He wished he could convey all his love to her.
He simply wished for her lifelong happiness, living under his protection, without a trace of harm.
Lu Ming held Yiren for a while until the people doing business in the drugstore knocked on the window, reminding Lu Ming that he couldn't park there.
Then, Lu Ming let go of Yiren, carried her back to the seat, and clicked her seat belt in place.
Lu Ming got ready to put the unfinished ointment into Yiren's bag.
He reminded her, "When I'm away, remember to apply it yourself, three times a day..."
As he spoke, Lu Ming took Yiren's bag from the back seat and opened it.
When Lu Ming's gaze spotted in Yiren's bag a tube of ointment exactly like the one he held in his hand, his voice suddenly hitched.
Lu Ming generally knew what Yiren carried in her bag.
