Li's Blacksmith Shop closed its doors early today, and everyone nearby knew that the male owner of Li's was not in good health. He needed to see a doctor and take medicine every few days, and the shop was often closed, so no one found it strange.
The man who always needed medical treatment had just taken a medicine pill and was leaning against the bed, looking at the woman in front of him.
"Shuangshuang, you really didn't have to do that today," Duan Rong's hand touched Li Shuangshuang's cheek.
Li Shuangshuang pulled down his hand, their fingers tightly interlocked, her eyes slightly moist, said, "Ah Rong, I can't take it anymore. Do you know how much my heart aches when I hear you coughing in silence and groaning with pain every night?"
Duan Rong's body stiffened, and he offered a remorseful smile, "I'm sorry for disturbing your sleep."
