"Is that so? Then what if I said I wouldn't be gone for just one day?"
"Not one day? Then how long? A month? A year?"
"Not that long. Probably around seven or eight days." Nan's voice grew softer and softer, as if she felt she was asking too much. Zhou Yang was still injured, yet as his wife, she had to go handle other matters—and they would be apart for quite a while. Even if they did not get along, she would have felt guilty, let alone when their relationship was so good.
"A week?" Zhou Yang seemed to fall into thought. Nan assumed he was unhappy, and steeled herself. Forget it. At worst, I'll stand them up and graduate later.
"A week is fine, but I'll be getting discharged around then too. You have to come back before I'm discharged!"
Hearing Zhou Yang's words, Nan was overjoyed. But the expression vanished in an instant, leaving only her lowered eyelids. She felt even more guilty toward Zhou Yang.
To make it up to Zhou Yang, Nan let him experience the life of an emperor that day. In short, it was comfortable. That night, Nan did not leave either. After last time, the two of them slept on the same hospital bed again. Zhou Yang could only say that Nan smelled wonderful. Perhaps the only problem was that girls developed earlier, so Nan was still taller than him. When she held him, it was like she was holding a doll, and she held him very tightly. Sometimes, she would accidentally press against his wounds. Looking at Zhou Yang's strange expression, it truly proved one saying: pain and pleasure went hand in hand.
That night, Zhou Yang's back did not suffer its usual intense pain. Perhaps the fusion was nearing its