When the surgery started, Yan Xiaye was even more nervous than Li Yuntang.
She watched the cold, gleaming needle and thread in the doctor's hand, wishing she could take Li Yuntang's pain for him.
Seeing her nervously biting her lip, Li Yuntang directly pulled her onto his lap, sitting face-to-face and gazing into her eyes with his deep, dark eyes: "Xiaye, look at me."
"..."
Yan Xiaye's eyes reddened slightly, and she silently nodded.
Li Yuntang's thin lips curled into a smile, his handsome appearance easily catching anyone's eye.
About ten minutes later, the doctor let out a sigh of relief: "Alright, the both of you, the wound has been successfully stitched. In the coming days, please avoid any strenuous movements. Also, I suggest this gentleman be admitted for a blood transfusion, at least for three days."
Yan Xiaye was quick to agree but was domineeringly stopped by Li Yuntang.
