When Ethan woke up again, he was in the hospital.
He lifted his head slightly and saw Sophia sleeping soundly beside him.
Seeing her haggard face and disheveled hair, Ethan felt a pang of heartache. 'She hasn't rested well these past days, has she?'
Sophia opened her eyes slowly and noticed Ethan watching her. "You're awake? Why are you sitting up? Your injuries haven't healed yet, just lie down!"
Ethan felt warmth in his heart as he saw Sophia's concerned expression. "I'm fine, don't worry."
Sophia gave him a reproachful look. "You're hurt and still trying to be tough... Fortunately, the doctor said you only have some surface wounds. If you were disabled, I wouldn't take care of you for life!"
Ethan smiled and asked, "You're my wife. If you don't take care of me, who will?"
Sophia
