Xia Weibao could no longer hold back, her hands embracing his waist tightly.
Her head buried in his chest, she closed her eyes tightly, somewhat resigned.
She had struggled, resisted, tried, and fled, using every method possible to escape this man.
But all her efforts had failed.
She had surrendered, even though she tried so hard not to love him, she still fell into his tenderness.
Lu Hualiang held her tightly, with such force it seemed he wanted to fuse her into his marrow.
According to Greek mythology, a woman was a man’s rib, and now his rib had finally been found.
Only with her present would his life be complete.
The moment he heard the villagers say she had caught the plague, his heart nearly stopped beating.
Without a second thought, he came to find her.
But when he saw her turn her back, he suddenly calmed down; no matter what, he would stay by her side.
After crying for a while in his arms, Xia Weibao stood up.
She turned her back to wipe her tears, "Go out first, I don’t want you to see me , I look terrible."
"In your eyes, do I like you because of this face?"
"Anyway, I don’t want to."
Women dress to please those they cherish.
Everyone wants to look their best in front of the one they love, not with a face full of sores.
"I have seen you with burns all over your body, and now you care about appearances?"
Please don’t remind me of such a sad reality.
But he made sense; she had seen her at her ugliest, so what did it matter now?
So she lowered her hands and looked up into his eyes.
Seeing her , Lu Hualiang felt nothing but heartache.
How she loved beauty, yet now her appearance was marred .
Xia Weibao felt somewhat uncomfortable under his gaze, "Do I... look very ugly ?"
"You look beautiful, because you’re alive right here."
Lu Hualiang pointed to the location of his heart.
His affection for her wasn’t based on her face.
Xia Weibao was moved and somewhat embarrassed.
"Don’t put too much pressure on yourself, I’ve already arranged for the most advanced medical team to come over."
"Really, there’s no need; I can handle it."
Xia Weibao said, turning to grab the medicinal herbs; she had already figured out a method and would soon have the prescription ready.
After preparing the prescription, she started making a fire.
Lu Hualiang stood by, wanting to help but unable to find the opportunity.
Qinghua Village was very primitive, without even gas; they used firewood for everything.
He had grown up in a big city and didn’t know how to use these things.
But Xia Weibao handled it with ease.
Watching her methodically place the clay pot down and then starting a fire with the wood.
Lu Hualiang wondered if he was seeing an imposter, not his real wife!
Or perhaps the time she blew up the kitchen was just a dream!
This proficiency, it didn’t at all resemble someone who couldn’t cook.
"Of course, cooking is such a simple thing, how could I not know how?"
Back in her days roaming Jianghu, always alone, not knowing how to cook would have meant starvation!
Plus, she was a physician, always needing to brew medicines at any given moment.
It didn’t matter whether she was in a kitchen or wilderness; she could always find a way to prepare remedies.
"That time you blew up the kitchen, was it intentional?"
Xia Weibao’s face stiffened a bit, turning a shade of red upon closer inspection.
She coughed awkwardly, "That... I had forgotten how to use electrical appliances and gas at the time."
She covered her face.
It’s so embarrassing.
As someone from ancient times, who had just time-traveled to the present, how could she have known to use such high-tech stuff.
Lu Hualiang fell silent, feeling increasingly like he had married a woman from antiquity.