"Wife, when I recover, you're coming with me into the army!" Leaving home, leaving this place, he wouldn't let her suffer anymore.
Meng Yunhan laughed, "Ahao, you're talking a lot more than before."
Yun Hao coughed awkwardly, his face no longer cold.
"Like this, you're more like yourself, and I prefer you this way." His sudden change took some getting used to since they had been together more than a year.
Yun Hao could only laugh helplessly and naturally reached out to hold Meng Yunhan's hand, "Hanhan, you've had it rough these days." Although his father had simply described the last month with a few words, he knew his wife had genuinely suffered, taking care of Little Huzi and him.
It wasn't an easy task, and he felt some guilt towards his wife. He vowed to treat her well the rest of his life.
Feeling Yun Hao's intense gaze, Meng Yunhan instinctively lowered her head.
