Hello Again

A few days already passed Feng Xuan was already better. The bruise on her side was no longer bothersome and the doctor had removed her stitches and sling.

She felt like a toy fresh out of the box. "You seem sad," she commented on Qing Chen's face when they were exiting the hospital.

"I am just sad I am no longer needed to help you get dressed."

Feng Xuan blushed despite admitting her need for Qing Chen during that time. "It was really hard to put on clothes," she mumbled.

When that happened on the first night she was going to take a shower, her shoulder felt like it was going to pop again from its socket. It had taken her thirty minutes before she finally called for her husband.

Qing Chen was already dressed in his sleeping clothes when he found her sitting on top of the closed toilet. "I can't get it off."

Qing Chen tried to get her out of her sleeved top. "Tell me," he said, struggling, "how did you put this on?"

"With a lot pain and desperation."