In the afternoon, Ethan helps Luna change clothes. After struggling to take off her jeans by cutting and then taking the bath and everything else, he patiently helped his injured wife.
"Which dress do you want to wear?" asked Ethan as he looked at the pile of Luna's clothes neatly folded in the closet.
"Just a blue skirt and white shirt," answered Luna, who was sitting on the bed wearing only a bra and underwear. If she wasn't sick, surely Ethan would have pounced on her to make love.
"This one?" Ethan took a dark blue mini dress and a white top like a light shirt.
"Yes," said Luna.
Ethan immediately gave the clothes and the dress then Luna immediately put it on carefully. Ethan looked at Luna with pity, who now couldn't walk, not even going to the dressing table which was about seven meters from the bed.
"Would you like to wear make-up?" asked Ethan.
"No need, just like this is beautiful," replied Luna with a confident smile.
