"If I didn't come, who would find you?" Bai Xiao cursed indignantly. Luckily, he was wearing the perfume she had made for him, which allowed her to track his scent and find him.
"That's true," Ye Huang smiled. "My wife's nose is even more sensitive than a little dog's."
Bai Xiao felt like crying again, "You're still joking!"
"You said it, one should be optimistic," Ye Huang took her hand and gave it a shake. "Alright, no more tears, come lie with me for a while."
"Is that okay?" Bai Xiao asked, not reassured.
Although, she had wanted to lie in his arms for a long time. But she didn't dare, he was injured: frostbitten, scraped, and the old wound on his shoulder was inflamed. The doctor said that if it were a day later, he would have died.
"It's okay."
Ye Huang shifted to the side, Bai Xiao took off her shoes, and lay down beside him carefully.
The bed was warm, filled with his scent. Mixed with the annoying smell of antiseptic.
