Li Yeqi's brow furrowed deeply, his slender index finger gently brushed over, and her entire body shrank at the touch.
The man's expression was dark and frightening, "What happened?"
Yan Luoxi was completely huddled under the covers, only her eyes showing, timidly looking at him, her appearance grievous as if accusing him, instantly striking the softest part of his heart.
His expression softened, and his voice carried a hint of distress, "I'm not scolding you, I'm just worried about you. Why didn't you tell me you were hurt?"
Yan Luoxi pursed her lips, tears already glistening in her eyes. She lowered her gaze, silent and wronged like a scolded little wife.
Li Yeqi's heart softened even further. He enveloped her in his arms, blankets and all, and sighed, his chin resting lightly on her head, "Wife, I know I have many shortcomings as a husband. Can you give me a little time, wait for me, and we'll get better together?"
