"What minor injury? I asked the doctor, and the bullet is stuck in the crack of your bone. Your arm was almost crippled. Not wanting me to worry? You haven't replied to my messages for two days. Did you think I wouldn't overthink?"
An Ran was pressed against his front, listening to the sound from his chest as she spoke, "Mu Xingfeng, promise me, no matter what the situation is, even if it's just a scratch, tell me. You said we are husband and wife, we should be honest with each other. I'm not as fragile as you think. When you hide things from me like this, it makes me worry even more and overthink, you know?"
Mu Xingfeng caressed her soft hair, listening to her choked voice, feeling softened deep inside.
He knew each word she said was sincere. If it were him, he'd feel the same way, rather worry and be scared than know nothing at all.
"Darling, I'm sorry, it won't happen again next time," Mu Xingfeng promised her.
