When Mu Anhan saw the scar on his head, her heart softened.
He had given so much for her, for the child.
Now that he was injured, he was ill, how could she still hold so many grudges against him?
She believed that one day, he would certainly get better.
She could now soothe him, comply with his wishes, and keep him away from the abyss of pain.
"I'm willing."
She nodded at him and reached out to wipe away the tears on her face.
She was wearing such a beautiful nightgown, originally for him.
When her crystal-clear, jade-like skin was displayed before his eyes, without a trace of blemish, like a fine piece of mutton-fat white jade, it captivated his gaze.
Even after five years of marriage, Mu Anhan still felt a bit shy.
They hadn't been this intimately together in a long time, especially at this moment, this intimacy was different than before.
When she saw the subtle change in his gaze, she felt it was worth it.
Gu Xiaozhan's eyes were no longer bloodshot.
