Into the night, Lu Xiaoxian lay on the side of the bed, wiping Gu Nianbin's sweat from his forehead, "Does it hurt again?"

"No," Gu Nianbin smiled, "Uncle Hua's wound medicine works, it doesn't hurt anymore."

"Liar," the woman's eyes blinked softly as tears rolled down her face like broken beads, "that's wound medicine, not painkillers, how could it not hurt?"

The man gently wiped the tears from her face, his voice low, "Good girl, don't cry, when you cry, I hurt." He ...