"It's fine. It's not like we're going to use it on me."
Su Luoli opened the medicine box, then had her husband take off his shirt and lie down on the bed. His wounds were indeed opened again. Her heart ached upon seeing the bloody wounds on his body, and her eyes reddened from unshed tears.
"By the way, how could you be so cruel to me? Not coming to see me even though I'm injured like this." Wen Qingmu threw a tantrum like a child. "Don't you love me anymore?"
Su Luoli carefully applied the medicine on his wounds. "Me? Cruel? Who was the one who came into your room in the middle of the night to tuck you in? You're an adult now and yet you still kick away your blanket!"
Wen Qingmu had a habit of discarding his blanket late at night because of the warmth. In the past, Su Luoli was the one who often covered him with a blanket.
Aye Valley was always very humid late at night. Wen Qingmu already had serious wounds; what if he caught a cold on top of it? That was why Su Luoli always remembered to check on him every night. Although she was angry, they were, after all, husband and wife who loved each other deeply.