"Gong Beiming, you're having an episode again, aren't you?"
Chi Xiaoyu looked at him nervously.
Gong Beiming hooked his lips into a wicked smile, "A little bit… but my wife is the best medicine for me, as long as I see my wife, everything will start to get better."
She stretched out her hand with heartache, hugging his neck and sticking to him like a piece of taffy, motionless.
A long time ago, Gong Xiaokui was the trigger for his illness, but now, she had become the cure for it.
"What's the matter, husband? It's okay for a man to suffer some minor injuries. If a man doesn't bleed, is he still a man?" He laughed lightly as if nothing had happened.
But she hugged him even tighter, not letting go or saying a word.
After a while, a cold tear drop slid down his neck, and that was when he realized something was wrong.
He quickly cradled her small face.
A pair of inquiring eyes swept over her face, "What's wrong?"
