Lynne turned her head, looking at her husband with teary eyes. The woman curved her lips down, ready to cry at any moment.
Damian chuckled, the man stood up straight, walked over and hugged his wife's body gently. "Don't cry okay?"
Lynne shook her head, the woman's crying not only didn't stop but actually got louder. "Sorry, sorry, sorry."
"Oh look at my beautiful little wife crying now. I'm so helpless." Damian smiled faintly, stroking his wife's hair gently. "Let's go."
Lynne frowned, the woman yelped a little when she realized her body was floating in the air. Damian carried her. Immediately, she shook her head in panic. "Your wound, what about your wound?"
"I'm a great doctor. The wound must have healed. No need to think about it," Damian replied casually. He carried his wif
