Xue Yue watched He Lang, who hadn't moved for a long time, and a sense of unease crept into her heart.
"He Lang, you—what's wrong?"
He Lang looked up and gave her a small smile.
"It's nothing. I was just thinking that I've been neglecting you and the children while I've been so busy with work. I'll try my best to make more time for you all from now on."
Xue Yue said, "Okay," her eyes filled with tenderness.
He Lang reached out, gently touched the gauze on Xue Yue's head, and then caressed her cheek.
"How can you be so good to me? You agree to whatever I say and support whatever I do."
Xue Yue said, "Because you're my man. I trust you, and I trust myself. You want to make us happy, and I want to make you happy, too."
The emotions He Lang had suppressed all day suddenly overwhelmed him at her words, and his eyes reddened.
Seeing this, Xue Yue was suddenly taken aback.
She slowly reached out to touch his eyes, but He Lang caught her hand in his.
