She was the type of person who would scold others whenever she was awake.
Such a strong person could only lie in bed now, like a cripple, unable to move.
This was a fate worse than death.
However, she couldn't even commit suicide, nor did she dare to.
"Wenchuan."
Song Jingwan's eyes were filled with exhaustion. Her eyes were red and slightly swollen. Clearly, she had cried again.
Song Wenchuan nodded and stood outside the ward to take a look.
Seeing that Zhou Manli had already fallen asleep, he did not go in to disturb her.
"Wenchuan, from now on, I only have you."
Song Jingwan leaned gently into Song Wenchuan's embrace. Song Wenchuan did not reject her.
The two of them stayed in silence for a while before Song Wenchuan was called away by an emergency call.
