Feng Zhexuan opened his eyes, looked at his friend, and then at his wife who was standing in a distance like a student being scolded by a teacher, and said, "I'm still alive."
Seeing his wife like that, he felt distressed and said, "Xiao Yuling, come here."
When Yan Yuling heard his voice being so hoarse, she felt more and more guilty, and she didn't have the courage to approach him. She felt unworthy of his kindness.
He was so kind to her, but she...
As if he knew what she was thinking, Feng Zhexuan coughed for a while and said, "Baby, are you going to abandon me because I'm ugly now?"
Hearing his words, Yan Yuling raised her head and said, "No! You are not ugly at all."
Looking at his swollen face and body covered with red rashes and blisters, she felt distressed and sad. If possible, she hoped to take away the pain for him and experience it herself.
