"Husband, I love you so much."
The words flowed naturally, as if her love for him, after the initial hesitation and wandering, had also reached her heart effortlessly.
There was no need to hide, nor was it about being pretentious.
Graceful and natural, calm yet firm.
The backdrop was a raised headboard with a pillow behind it, and the girl's upper body was almost entirely pressing down on him.
Even though she was on the side that wasn't injured, it was still pulling a bit at his wound.
Because of this pressure, Mu Tianye's breathing was slightly labored, and the injury was somewhat tender from the pulling.
Yet, he did not push her away, but instead, wrapped his arms—his right one which didn't have the stitches—around her, pulling her close.
For so many years, alone, he always went into battle light, with no burdens and no concerns.
But now things were different; there was another person in his world. To him, it might be a burden, yet it was sweet and sincere.
