Chapter 216: How Long is a Lifetime?

He took out his keys and opened the door. The living room and bedroom lights were on, and He Fang leaned against the headboard, engrossed in a book.

When Qin Guanglin entered and put down his bag, she set the book aside, got up from the bed, and prepared to fetch water to help him wash.

"You're back so late. Are you tired?"

"Of course, I'm tired," said Qin Guanglin as he gently embraced He Fang and buried his face in her neck, inhaling deeply, "but seeing you makes me feel not tired—I'll shower by myself. I'll be fine as long as I'm careful."

"Let me see your wound."

He Fang wriggled out of Qin Guanglin's arms, pressed down on his shoulder to make him sit on a chair, and gently lifted the gauze on his head to examine his injury closely.

"Looks good, it didn't get wet."

"Of course, I was very careful with the umbrella," he replied.